Liz Stockwell

Liz Stockwell has a PhD in zoology from the University of Washington and lives in Burnaby, British Colombia. After experiencing the hectic pace of combined teaching, parenting, and academic life, she decided to be home with her two young children full-time. In her off-hours, she squeezes in writing projects (occasionally!) and enjoys exploring the forest and seashore with her family.

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January 8, 2013
Since moving to one of the most expensive housing markets in North America eight years ago, we’ve had to learn to cram ourselves into small living spaces.  Before our relocation, we lived in a 3-bedroom house with basement, deck, front porch, and backyard on a tree-lined street, which we traded in for high-density living--an 850 square-foot condo with a tiny balcony in an apartment complex.  We were two adults, two toddlers, and two cats sharing a cramped space. After a few years we scaled up a bit, but we are still pressed for room.
December 11, 2012
In the early nineties, when aerobics classes with canned music and fancy spandex fashion were all the rage, there was no way I’d ever be caught dead participating in such a group sweat fest. From what I’d heard about aerobics classes, there was lots of whooping and shouting, and the people I knew who were enthusiastic participants were 20-somethings with perfect figures.  A group class like this was hardly the place for a shy, self-conscious person like me.
November 20, 2012
“Meet me at the site.”  “Ok I’ll log on.” “Oops, gotta go. My mom’s home and she’ll kill me if she finds me online.”
November 6, 2012
As I write this, it’s Election Day and, depending on the outcome, we might all need a little comfort food this week. When the days are dreary, stress is heavy, and everything looks bleak, sometimes the best way to mother oneself is to cook up a pot of sustenance that warms the house and sends odor plumes wafting out the door. Of course exercise, fresh air, hobbies, cuddles with pets or kids, wine, and outings with friends are all great for stress relief. Food certainly isn’t the solution to all woes.  But a nice meal doesn’t hurt.
October 9, 2012
Sometime in the past week I heard a line on a public radio program that has been running through my head:  Women today can have it all, just not necessarily all at the same time.  I wasn’t paying careful attention to the program, or time of day, so I don’t know to whom this quote should be attributed.  It was only later that I remembered it and it resonated.
September 4, 2012
Our family has fallen out of our school day routine over the summer.  We were ready far too quickly this morning and ended up arriving 25 minutes early for my children’s first day of the new school year.  I’d forgotten what time we needed to leave the house.  The funny part is that students go back on the first day just for an hour.
August 21, 2012
It hit me this year that someday I’ll be one of the elders in my family. My parents are ageing gracefully, and both are still in fairly good health. However, I realized that in the not too distant future my sister and I will be responsible for passing on our family lore. We’ve heard many stories and cherished bits of wisdom from both my parents, but to be honest, the details tend to blur.
July 24, 2012
During a rare stretch of warm, sunny weather in our waterlogged Vancouver region, I look for every excuse to be outdoors.  While I could be parked at the computer inside, trying to write, and staring distractedly at the cabbage white butterflies flitting around my patio garden, I’m more productive in the long run if I give into temptation and head outside for a break.  What works particularly well is combining my outdoor time with a chore that lets my mind wander.
July 10, 2012
On the last day of school, my daughter’s grade one teacher invited parents to attend a class awards ceremony.  Each of the twenty-one children in her class was presented with a unique award.  Although my attention was at first fully focused on my daughter (a writing award!), I was especially happy for a boy who received recognition for his ability to identify more bugs, birds, and reptiles than the teacher.   It made my heart soar that she’d singled out the importance of the boy’s identification skills, especially in a world where people increasingly place little value on knowing what lives around them.
June 5, 2012
About two years ago my then nine-year-old son discovered that the public radio station I regularly played in the car was not cool.  He wanted to have his own radio so he could listen to the commercial pop station the kids at school talked about. I wasn’t ready for him to listen to the station on his own, but I agreed to tune in for short car trips when I could monitor the music selections.

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