Remember when you could change dinner plans, or decide to stay out a little bit later, or walk past something brightly coloured and heavily marketed, and nobody screamed or threw anything, and everyone that warranted your attention generally could be trusted to keep their heads on straight and their limbs from doing violence to themselves […]
Author Archives: Ashley Hammell
On election night, when it became clear what was going to happen, I finished my now-ironic celebratory glass of wine, kissed my aghast and appalled husband, and crawled into bed to wrap my arms around my baby. I’m not even American; I live in Ontario, a short military march north of the border like the […]
When I say “the internet knew I was pregnant”, I don’t mean acquaintances from high school and that nice dude I was seated next to at my second cousin’s wedding, although of course they saw the same frantic shot of Positive Pregnancy Test and Existential Fear that the rest of Facebook did. No, when I […]