Lorraine Sommerfeld
Hamilton Spectator
Canada
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Just like Johnny, Lorraine Sommerfeld walks the line
Showing up to a track meet or a football game was not over The Line. Yelling like a banshee from the stands was close. → Read More
Learning how to hold on to the right things
Some advice for those who’ve lived in their home for decades — start getting rid of things now, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes. → Read More
Grass may be legal now, but my lawn doesn’t know it
Over the past 25 years, I have sodded, I have seeded, I have mowed, I have fertilized, I have watered, I have yelled, I have cried, and I have weeded, writes Lorraine Sommerfeld. → Read More
Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
Next time your pet gives you grief travelling to the cottage, consider Nooly, writes Lorraine Sommerfeld → Read More
I need a Frog Log for my life
Remember, the world is not a giant, unfathomable wave, writes Lorraine Sommerfeld. → Read More
Pedestrians are unsafe because drivers are selfish
Motherlode: Drivers value their right to drive above other road users right to remain alive and uninjured. And we let them. → Read More
Cleaning the things that clean the things
Even though the food-thrower is gone, it’s time to break out the tool box, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes → Read More
Drug packaging: How bad do you want that pill?
Lining up two arrows (in the middle of the night) vs. push-and-turn, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes. → Read More
The COVID diaries: When omicron comes calling
Motherlode: Have something to say, antimasker? ‘Bring it on. I will shut you down.’ → Read More
Motherlode gets COVID — tripped at the finish line
COVID is rapidly being replaced by scarier things, but it is still real, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes → Read More
Lockdown Diaries: The snow day edition, featuring squirrels
I love snow. I watch our premier pretend to dig out someone’s car and all I can focus on is that fact his boots aren’t tied up, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes. → Read More
When it’s not about toys, gifting gets tougher
Things sure have changed from T-Rex Hot Wheels and label makers, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes. → Read More
Monsters under the bed, and in the closet
How parents deal with the fears of children, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes. → Read More
When the (cat) call is coming from inside the house
Sweet Pea and Cairo united against a single foe: another cat, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes. → Read More
The art of making something disappear
My dad was a bricklayer, but we rarely saw evidence of his trade, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes. → Read More
Getting to know grandpa — 25 years after his death
He was only two when his grandpa died, but Ari and Al are eerily alike, Lorraine Sommerfeld writes. → Read More
Why parents look at you with a stupid smile
Ari turned 27 earlier this week, which means I should probably stop calling my kids, “kids.” Christer will be 30 in the fall, the same age I was when Ari was born. A lot of people have children when they’ve done a lot of research, decided on the best timing due to fertility and finances, and know they’re emotionally ready to take it on. I was more of an oh-why-not kind of decider, after spending… → Read More
Teach kids to fish, but don’t make them eat it
Motherlode: ‘Fish for dinner’ was the beginning of a terrible thing, and we all knew it → Read More
Opening and closing the cottage is pretty easy — for the most part
We were glad it had been a “good” mouse year. The worst mouse year, ever, looked like two thousand mice had had an indoor jamboree for six months. → Read More
Lockdown Diaries: the Pixie Stix and googly eyes edition
Lockdown Diaries Day 435: I have a huge maple tree out front. Last fall, we had it pruned and they gave it a shot of booster juice or steroids or something. The tree has never been happier. There is a blanket of buds on the lawn. On the driveway. On the cars. In the cars. In the house. Up the stairs. In the beds. I sweep, then I shovel, then two hours later, it’s covered again. I like spring. I… → Read More