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Review: No Kids: 40 Reasons Not to Have Children

Feb 9th, 2010 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Books

As a woman in her thirties who has no intentions of ever having kids, I was very excited when I heard about this book. Actually, I was over-the-moon thrilled. Finally I no longer had to mumble with head down when asked that wonderfully awkward and personal question: “So, when are you guys going to have a baby?”



Peeling back the layers: The Story of a girl, a 100-year-old house, and lots of wallpaper

Oct 20th, 2009 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Featured

I blame HGTV. Yes, you heard right. After years of watching Design Inc., Home Heist, and Design to Sell, I stupidly thought that while home renos weren’t necessarily easy, they would be quick. After all, Colin and Justin transform rooms in half an hour, right? Less if you consider the commercials.



Behind the Pages

Oct 19th, 2009 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Books

When I requested a review copy of Cathy Buchanan’s The Day the Falls Stood Still, my publishing contact asked me if I wanted to be part of Cathy’s Blog Tour. Now I had a vague notion of what a blog tour was, but this was the first time I ever had the opportunity to partake in one. I of course said yes.



Behind the Pages

Jul 15th, 2009 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Books

Last time I said I was planning on reading The Book of Negroes and Fruit, and honestly I had every intention of reading them. But I haven’t. Not yet. I even have The Book of Negroes sitting on one of my book cases, all ready to be read.
So, what happened, you ask? Did I get [...]



Second Chances: A Story of Animal Rehab

Jul 15th, 2009 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Uncategorized

Spring means new life. And sometimes that new life gets injured or left to its own devices. As a city girl who grew up with one dog and one cat and was perfectly fine with that, the transformation to pseudo animal rehabber has been interesting. The moment I realized that I was no longer along for the ride with my husband as a mere passenger was when I found myself running through the Superstore parking lot in an attempt to capture a seagull with a broken wing.



Emails home: My Time in Lesotho

Mar 20th, 2009 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Uncategorized

During a sabbatical last year, Michele was privileged to spend six months in southern Africa. Of this time, one month was spent touring South Africa, Swaziland, and Mozambique, but the five months spent volunteering and living with the Basotho in rural Lesotho has truly had an impact on her life. Michele plans to return to [...]



Behind the Pages

Mar 20th, 2009 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Books

For Canadian book lovers everywhere, CBC’s Canada Reads is like the Grammys.  Or Oscars.  We eagerly await each year for March to see what will be chosen as Canada’s book of the year to read.  This year’s selections are as varied as their defenders: The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hill (defended by Avi Lewis), [...]



The Truths of Freelance Writing: Jammies and Beer Fridges

Mar 20th, 2009 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Uncategorized

When I first embarked on my freelance writing career, I was all starry-eyed and excited about what my future held.  I imagined long hours in front of my laptop working on my poetry/manuscript/latest article.  It would be hard work, but my God it would be satisfying!  And I would be so happy.  My creative juices [...]



One girl who doesn’t want to lick your lollipop: Misogyny in today’s top 40 music

Dec 10th, 2008 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Society

All Those Years Ago
I just don’t understand the appeal of most of today’s music.  I fear this could be because, as someone in her mid-30s, I just don’t “get” what the kids are listening to.  Echoing my parents’ sentiments, I seem to be hearkening back to my day when music was “good” and “meant something.”  [...]



The Bird’s the Word

Dec 15th, 2007 | By Colleen McKie | Category: Personal Growth, Uncategorized

It’s 6:30 in the morning and my phone is ringing. I stumble out of bed, pick it up, and am greeted with the dial tone. I look over at the birdcage hanging in a stream of early morning light. I then hear my cell phone, our old phone, a dump truck backing up and our [...]