Charleston, South Carolina, is unquestionably one of the most beautiful cities in North America. The restaurant scene is fantastic too. But the winner for me, by a country mile, was Aluette's Holistic Soulfood Café. It looks very much like any other soul food place you might wander into, but here the produce is guaranteed seasonal, fresh and local.
Last week, the tech industry shocked North America with news that Facebook now covers up to $20,000 in egg freezing expenses, a lead Apple will start to follow in January. The loudest, and most ridiculous criticism decries the perk as a Big Brotherish attempt to ensure women make profits before placentas. In reality, many women decided long before these new programs that they would rather have their babies later in life.
Just because we're in New York, doesn't mean we don't miss the hell out of Vancouver sometimes.
The need for a harmonized communication system is paramount or infection will spread. A lack of smooth channels between departments within the hospital led to a combination of confusion and misguidance. Thanks to the whistleblowers, other secondary factors such as lack of proper equipment and disposal of medical waste appeared to be mishandled. Then there was the overall morale of those working inside, which seemed to be poor at best. While this could be expected, there was little questioning of the hospital when it apologized for its handling of the situation.
Egg freezing has sparked widespread media interest after Apple and Facebook recently announced they would cover the cost of the fertility procedure up to $20,000. This caused some serious debate. Some interpreted this as the tech giants' way of giving women more of a choice around career and starting a family; others saw this as a chauvinistic attempt to recruit and retain female employees. To further understand why this is such a contentious issue, here is some background information on the procedure and how it applies to Canadians.
We were being financially responsible. But as we were talking, we realized that there were a few ways to save money. Somehow we always caved to that morning coffee at Starbucks. It was those nights out, morning, afternoon (sometimes late night) coffees and shopping that really chipped away at our finances.
Hear me out.
2. The disorganized parent. This is the parent who is still packing the child's lunch while bringing the child into school. This parent also forgets half of the child's belongings in the car and must go back and forth from the car to the classroom to procure the needed belongings.
There are a number of lessons here for women. First, we have the capability to independently take our own journeys (metaphorically and in reality). We don't need a man. Next, we need to adjust our thinking about the events in our lives. Too often we ruminate on what we could have done differently or measure ourselves by an unachievable external bar, set way too high.
It has been about seven years since I have been on an airplane without a child -- and these are the things that I found to be awesome about leaving my little darlings behind.
Weddings and anniversaries seem like one-day events to me. What matters more are the things that transpire on all the other days of the year -- how you treat each other, how you make one another feel, what kind of partnership you have running the show that is your life together.
Sadly, what begins as one person's inner turmoil can ultimately affect many. As the old expression goes, "The boss yells at the man, and the man goes home and yells at his wife, the wife yells at the kid, and the kid kicks the dog." Until someone breaks the cycle, the hurt keeps getting passed on.
Being 3 is tough. You're not a baby anymore, but you're not a big kid yet, either. You're expected to do what you're told, but now you have mind of your own. Uh-oh! Here are 30 times when, for a 3-year-old, the struggle is real.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer at 27 years old. If you'd told me then, in the exam room where I first received my diagnosis, that I'd live long enough to get laugh lines around my eyes, or creases along my lips, I would've cried tears of relief.
I'm pretty sure more than one person has thought that, with our similar hair, skin and eye colors, that we were either brother and really older sister or mom and son, but the pros far outweigh the cons in our relationship.
The main problem is that no one seems to be able to precisely define "female sexual dysfunction" and the "disease" for which a pill might be warranted. Being too tired for sex? Being uninterested in the lout who wears sweatpants around the house? Living with a Neanderthal that doesn't know how to do laundry? There is not yet a pill for that but that hasn't stopped some in the drug industry from trying to characterize low sexual interest into a disease.
The reality is, when you ask someone when they're planning to get pregnant, you have no idea what their reality is. They might be trying to no avail. They might not want kids. They might be wavering in their marriage. They might be part of the witness protection program and you've just blown their cover.
Somewhere along the way, we lost track of what the feminist movement stands for and what it doesn't. Just this week, a prominent feminist media critic, Anita Sarkeesian, cancelled a speaking engagement at the University of Utah to talk about the portrayal of women in video games, under threat of a "Montreal Massacre style attack." Really ladies...are we out of the woods yet?
It was an ordinary summer day. People were milling on the main thoroughfare, bikes zig-zagging through traffic, cafés and pubs spilling onto the sidewalk, patrons sipping their way through a lazy Friday afternoon. We were ordinary that day too. Just another family, managing the hectic jumble of kids' lessons, bills, our careers, endless streams of birthday parties, too little sleep and the occasional date night out. But it was all shattered with a single word: autism.