There’s an intimacy to that zoo and its rough-hewn road and walkways. It’s just big enough to be truly thrilling for a small child and small enough to get through without a meltdown. It’s a living, breathing part of my own personal history, my family history and the history of our city. And bringing my own children there is one of the great joys of my life.
I’ve expressed my dismay over the costs of recreating at Toronto’s community centres before. I was especially irked, then, when a little bird (thanks Ange) tipped me off about Parks and Rec’s proposed fees increase. Link here for the details, but the gist is that the cost of all Parks and Rec programs will increase … [Read more…]
Colum turned 18 months yesterday and, it’s official, I no longer have a baby. Looking at him today, I can clearly see that any residual baby-ness is just that — residue. His ultra-fine wispy hair will need a cut soon enough. His chubby cheeks are going the way of those chunky knee folds and elbow … [Read more…]