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by Andrea Mulder-Slater Geoff and I dashed into WalMart, after having picked up a few groceries at the supermarket next door. It was getting late and we were treading dangerously close to “People...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater When I was 14 years old, someone snuck into my mother's office, plucked the wallet from her purse and walked out the door. Evidently, the thief was a nomadic gypsy or a...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Wanna peek... at my new sketchbook? Here you go!
by Andrea Mulder-Slater I've been resting my writing muscle lately. Not by choice you understand, it's just worked out that way. I kind of feel as though the part of me that makes words appear, has...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater It arrived yesterday. As part of Apple’s ongoing 1st Generation Nano replacement program*, my old device was replaced with a smaller, less flammable and apparently far more...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater "Mom! Mom! Come look at this!” The four year old was standing at the window – something wildly fantastic had caught her attention. Again. “Maaaaawwmmmmm! Come look! Mom!...
When I was a kid, we lived in the country. Way in the country. Isn’t that obvious by now? Although we lived far away from any city or town, we were by no means the only family in the outskirts....
by Andrea Mulder-Slater When my daughter was born, I received my share of unsolicited parenting advice. Use cloth diapers. Buy disposables and a Diaper Genie. Don't give the baby a soother. Try...
by: Andrea Mulder-Slater I’m fairly certain getting healthy shouldn’t make you feel sick. Then again, I’m no medical expert - though I do read the Google News Health headlines faithfully, which –...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater It's been a little over a week since we added a new member to our family. He loves bananas, has teeth like a Medieval snake and he eats his own poop. Let me back up. My...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Dear Immune System, I’m sorry to have to write you this letter. It’s Andrea. Your partner. Or landlady, whichever designation makes you happy. Because, immune system, I do...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater I was a weird kid. I liked my parents. Although, things did get iffy when I was thirteen and both of them went through a non-stop polyester-pants-wearing phase. But I liked...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Geoff and I were passing through the safe streets of a small town near the rural area where we live. That’s when it hit me. “If we lived in Los Angeles, we’d be dead by...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater When I was younger, I had a moderately effective way of managing my anxiety. I would find a nice cozy spot, smoke a few Matinee Extra Mild® Menthols, lie down and have a...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Life is funny. As in, feet sometimes remind me of giraffes. Also, you never know where one hello will lead. Case in point... Several months ago, Geoff and I were contacted...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Geoff, the 4 year old and I were sitting in the car, waiting in the parking lot, while Jantje shopped for snow pants in the store. The air outside was cold. I knew this...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Christmas is just a few days away and, well here's the thing. I didn't get you a gift. I started to do some baking but after making several batches of cookies for my...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater On this day. I am posting this. Sharing this. A poem, by Wendell Berry... The Peace of Wild Things When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater It was supposed to be an enjoyable afternoon of crafting. The 4 year old and I decided to make homemade play dough – as we so often do. The ingredients are few: water, salt,...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater When I'm not busy trying to be funny, I'm busy making art. Which reminds me... I have two little paintings (8" x 8") currently available for sale (hint, hint) on Etsy. Where...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater In the time it took for me to wrestle a Brazil nut out of its shell, my three-year-old daughter stealthily transported 7 rolls of toilet paper from the bathroom to the...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater So I was sorting through some boxes today and came across one of my mom's old go-to guides. The book is called "Your Freezer and You" and it contains tips and suggestions on...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Geoff and I were in Paris. It was getting late and we were hungry so we decided to venture one street over from our hotel to the Champs-Élysées because someone told us that...
This is kind of like a sequel to my previous post about boobs. That is, if my posts were movies and I was an actor – or a producer or a screenwriter. Which I’m not. But I do have boobs. This is...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater The days are getting shorter, the air is feeling cooler and the holiday hot-spot vacation flyers have started to roll in. Today, one in particular caught my attention. Sigh....
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Yesterday I called my local Walmart store to see if it was open. Walmart is always open, just like gas stations, amazon.com and that guy named Slippy who sells acetaminophen...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Geoff and I were in London, waiting for the Eurostar train to Paris. We were happy to sit, after making it through customs, and with the pause had a chance to look around at...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater The telephone rang. Geoff picked it up... Geoff: Hello. Caller: Yes, hello. My name is Steve. I am calling to you to let you know your computer is broken. Geoff: That's...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater I've been stockpiling the funny stuff in my head, but in the meantime, have a peek at my latest post for Today's Parent magazine. It's all about creativity folks......
by Andrea Mulder-Slater Several weeks ago, I received a letter of request from an organization, written by me, sent to me, yet signed by someone else. My words, my writing style, my heartfelt pleas...
