Erica writes with humour and heart about family, #fit40s and living life in the carpool lane. Part-time banker by day and Netflix-addicted-cake-decorator by night, Erica's in-between time is spent dreaming up ways to ruin her kids' lives. Obviously.

  • Food,  Nutrition,  Recipe Box

    The Gluten-free, Refined-sugar-free Banana Bread the Whole Family Will Love

    It took me years to figure out how to bake the perfect banana bread. But when my now-13-year-old son was diagnosed as having certain food sensitivities (those affecting his gut flora and ability to breathe clearly) I had to rethink all my baking. Making mindful food choices a family affair Those same food sensitivities have now extended to my 10-year-old daughter, and my 15-year-old daughter has declared “no more sugar”. Oh, goody. Since then, it’s been a roller coaster ride of “eat this/don’t eat that”, of lenient food moments versus strict ones, of “buy it or bake it”. We never made the food switch a family affair, we simply made…

  • Two teams of young girls play soccer on a green, grassy field under blue skies.
    Family,  Kids

    Soccer night: a dance between earth and sky

    It’s soccer night. Not a cloud in the sky. It is the perfect backdrop. The trees, sassy in their vibrant, leafy greens, surround the field protectively. They sway in the breeze as though cheering on the players from their marks. The jerseys — one team’s the colour of the sky, the other, the colour of the playing field. As though they were painted from nature’s palette. A fitting tribute. The perfect costumes. The parents on the sidelines call out encouragement, cheer, clap, and carry on polite conversation with new acquaintances in a now-familiar get-to-know-each-other rhythm that waltzes in at the beginning of each season. It’s soccer night. Not only that,…

  • Lifestyle,  Self Care

    The Thing About Adulting

    For the most part I feel like I’ve got this ‘adulting’ thing down pat. Lately, however, I’ve been all over the place. I wish that meant, literally, traveling, but, alas, I’m referring to the feeling of being spread thinner than almond butter on warm, gluten-free toast. And it’s a repeating cycle. Since Christmas I’ve lost my mojo. I’m not feeling myself. Relationships with friends seem strained. We’ve taken some big financial hits over the past couple of months. Stress, combined with my horrible sleep patterns, means late nights are leading to groggy mornings. My back has been bothering me on and off, so, aside aside from my daily walks in…