Read to them: the Boss Baby


The grandparents and I went on a mini-road trip this last week (check out the vlog post if you’re curious on how that went down) and I decided to forgo the whole I’ll download all the Curious George on my iPad trick and stick to the old-school kid champion distractor: books! Sadly, I only packed 1 book. Near the end of our first leg of the trip I was starting to get slightly sick of re-reading the one board book I remembered to pack; so I picked up a couple when we stopped to get some baby wipes at shoppers (who packs a small number of baby cloth wipes? More importantly, who packs just one book!? Silly mommy).

Any-who, on a whim I picked up the Boss Baby by Marla Frazee who is a two-time Caldecott Honor medalist…but not for this book.  I’ll admit I picked this book up because Veronica is beginning to exhibit boss-like behaviour….she’s approaching two, enough said. So I made the choice mainly on the title. My dad read this book to her for the first time in nawat and I am not sure on how the gendering of this book translates but when read in English the massively male-gendered centric story is HARD TO MISS.  At first, it made me extremely uncomfortable to read this to the little miss since her person is completely left out of the story but I kept on reading. Upon the second reading (cause you know on car trips you’re not going to read a book once) I changed the gender and it still flowed nicely. And I feel like baby’s are pretty gender neutral (even in suits) that I could get away with changing the gender of the book. I also have to admit, it makes me a little too happy to see a comparison of a fat-middle aged man to a baby. It gives me the giggles actually.

I do think that if I was taking my time (as I usually do when buying books) I would’ve left this one on the bookshelf since the number of times you say he/ him is kinda insane. But with a few tweaking the book scrapes by with a feminist pass. If you’re unwilling to change the gender then leave it on the shelf. If you’re willing to laugh at the corporate world and see it compared to babyhood, then go for it.


Read to them: The Dinosaurs of Waterhouse Hawkins

Firstly, let me apologize! I am a horrible blogger. I do this always. I start writing and then it tapers off. As a mother, student and board member of a soon-to-be established film collective, SO NOT SORRY. But as a writer, really sorry! But I try.

Vero and I have been reading so many great books that this little series has constantly been on my mind. Today was no exception and basically the picture book we read today was the straw the broke the poor camels back!

The family and I went to Drumheller today and as per usual, I bought SO MANY THINGS at the gift shop. Among my lovely trinkets were two picture books. One that I read to Veronica  on the way home (and the one I want to talk about) and another that I am saving for tomorrow.

51JpFng2EnL._SX258_BO1,204,203,200_ (1)Now, there are a couple of pros and cons to this book (mostly pros) but I picked it up regardless of the cons. Let’s start with the positive because I feel we should always start with the good stuff.


The book reads beautifully. THIS. IS. SO. IMPORTANT.  When reading to a little, the words have got to have FLOW. And this book, historical, yes, but still artistically written to create flow and dynamic to the story of Waterhouse Hawkins. Makes for an excellent read and keeps your little one interested.

THE ILLUSTRATIONS. It’s what gravitated me to the book. The cover is just so striking. It made me open it up and what was inside kept me interested, so I added it to the to-buy pile (let’s be real, the only pile).

The story (part of the con) – it’s a historical fiction (non-fiction?) in picture book. It’s educational and tells the story of how the exhibition of Dinosaur’s came to be. For a museum nerd like myself it makes for a GREAT read.

Okay now the con

WHERE ARE THE WOMEN? Did Waterhouse Hawkins not work with any females? Who were his assistants? There is not one woman in this story. And granted, it’s a historical fiction (non-fiction) story but…I am certain there had to be at least one women he worked with during his career. It would’ve been nice to see a spotlight on a page. The lack of women is huge for me and I should’ve read the whole thing before I bought it…cause..I don’t think I would’ve if I’d known which leads me to the second con…

It’s looooooong. Which is a good and bad thing. I read it during a car ride but normally this picture book would’ve been a two-sitter read. But on the other hand it’s a book that we will grow with. I’ll probably just also use it as a reminder of how important the suffragettes are to history and make it an example of the lack of history’s efforts to include women…cause…you know FEMINISM. 🙂


Because I’m pretty short on time and at work I would just like to quickly say:


BLACKOUT TIME. INTERNET STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!! Any readers from the US of A make sure to TWEET, WRITE, SHOUT, CALL, KICK, SCREAM to your congress wo/man for your rights for freedom of speech on the internet. For Canadians make sure to firstly readMichael Geist’s words on SOPA and how it will affect Canadians here:<—– click there and then write to your MP regarding Bill C-11. Wish I could blackout my site but unfortunately…work calls.

It all Starts with a Journey

For the last couple of weeks I had been feeling major symptoms of unrest. Perhaps it was the announcement of a majority Conservative government or that I was being represented by a man that was dubbed by my local media as “The Man who wasn’t there”. Perhaps it was the never ending chill and reports of natural disasters or disasters inflicted on nature. For all I know it was most likely a combination of all of these factors and more. Regardless, unrest was among me and the feeling of being consumed by my surroundings was becoming overwhelming. So with this combination, and the lucky occurrence of finding myself without employment, I decided to go up North to visit the site of Alberta’s biggest oil spill in 35 years.  I had contacted my friend, Nat Crop Ear Wolf, who works for the Blood Tribe News, and my friend Jessica Trozzo, a local artist, to see if they wanted to join me on the expedition. Luckily enough they would and so we packed our gear, made our plans and went with the grace of God. Little did we know what would unfold.

I want to take the tale of my Northern Alberta adventure slow. We met many beautiful Albertans along the way. All with generous spirits and strength. I feel I owe it to them to best represent them in the best way possible. The hospitality that we encountered just amplified my love towards my country and province. And it is because of this love that I feel I owe it to them to tell their tales with the outmost respect.

As with most adventures we knew not what was to take place. Little did we know we would find ourselves in the midst of the Boreal Forest’s biggest danger once we arrived in Peace River on Sunday. Luckily we had arrived earlier in the day to find our campsite empty (empty it stayed) since every INN/MOTEL/HOTEL was being filled up by evacuated residents from the surrounding area (Little Buffalo, Red Earth Creek, St. Isidore, ect.) because of the outbreaks in forest fires that had started the day before (Saturday May 14th) and continue to be uncontrollable to this day. Luckily, Chief Steve Nosky was kind enough to meet with us in the midst of their evacuation on the Monday so our trip was not made in vain. We even got to tour the Woodland Cree land (we almost got taken to the oil spill but with fires 25 km East and North of the site it was deemed too dangerous) and the Indian Settlement to get a better sense of where we were.

Before I can get to those stories and experiences I feel I need to take the time to build it more. Consider this an introduction to the first chapter of this tale. My eyes have been opened but I feel I need to fill this experience with further knowledge. Instead of finding concrete answers more questions have surfaced and they need to be filled before I can speak. I thought I was setting out to develop a story on oil and nature; little did I know I would come out from fire(s) to tell the story of Alberta and its people that live within it.

Up Yours Expedition

I am going up North to Little Buffalo. Taking along a Gonzo inspired writer and nature loving artist. The three of us plan on seeing what all the fuss is all about. I’ll make sure to report back with plenty of documentation. This is all in memory of Poly Styrene and the countless of souls who dared defy whatever norm they were up against.

Expedition: Up Yours.



I’ve been “out-of-commission” (I haven’t posted anything since November?) as of late. And I feel as though I must apologizes and give a multitude of excuses. One of the main reasons I had put this blog on hold was because I had decided to move back West. Upon my arrival all I could think of was job, job, job and settling back into my Albertan reality. Alberta, oh, Alberta. So continuing the series on Ottawa life seemed slightly offensive. I had left Ottawa and was left with wonderment of what to write about. Well, I’ve gotten over it. Alberta, even Lethbridge, provides a gal, who is interested in the cities she lives in, ample material to write about. It also allows for time for reflection and hours of media watching.

The blog is back. I’ve decided to continue profiling the artists I fell in love with in Ottawa. A last token of the city, I think, I grew up in. The blog will continue exploring film, culture, politics and feminism (all of which can be intermingled into one hemisphere) and will sometimes dabble in the personal since I once again have a radio show on CKXU called the Feminist Hour (Sunday’s at 2 pm). The blog will try and stay updated once a week. I am no longer a student but a full-time working class gal with attempts of finding a part-time gig. On top of that I am taking a mass communications course and trying to figure out my own feminism and the feminism around me with the radio show. Time will be limited but I am trying to sleep less. More grandma kisses and more letters formed are on my agenda.

I apologize for the quick personal note but I felt it was necessary for anyone so interested in criacriavolvervolver. Ever wonder what that stands for? Stay tuned to find out.