I?m a hockey mom and I kind of hate it

Nothing says Canadian summer like shelling out three hundred bucks for hockey camp. It?s August, and I?m headed for a stinking, sweaty change room?to lace up ice skates. Again. When I think of my life these days, I see a size six hockey skate and a nine-year-old foot, propped between my knees, laces waiting. My son Ollie does not show extraordinary...

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