That’s what Laurie Notaro said, anyway. I only wish I had thought of that title before she did; maybe then I would be a best-selling novelist instead of Santa’s Little Volunteer. Nevertheless, I have not written a book (not a … Continue reading
Whenever I feel like there’s the slightest possibility I might throw up, I start to shake. My pulse races, I perspire profusely, and try to talk myself out of it with happy thoughts… “No, Camille, you aren’t sick. You aren’t … Continue reading
I am a hero. Not really. But someone likes my blog a lot—enough to write a post about it titled “My Favourite Blog.” [Only her “favourite” was spelled “favorite.”] This is a very big day for me. Emily said so … Continue reading
Here at Archives of Our Lives—a blog for the masses—our purpose is you. If you’re reading this post, it was written for you. If this website is marked in your bookmarks or favourites or sidebar or iPhone or anything else … Continue reading
I have an appointment to see the dentist tomorrow, which should come as a source of deep consternation to me. And don’t worry: it does. I’m one of those grown-up-ish girls who doesn’t like to brush her teeth, as you … Continue reading
I know Santa Claus. Well, in my case, I am related to the man who portrays Santa Claus at the local (read: 30 miles away) shopping mall. He’s been doing it for years, and he’s good at what he does. … Continue reading
By now it should be generally understood that I am not legally permitted to work in Canada. Friday night (rather, Saturday morning at 3:30 or so), I was at the movie theatre not working, like usual. As Poor Kyle was … Continue reading