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After I had a real kid, I despised my fur babies

“Oh.”

That was my reaction as my dogs ran toward me, folding in half with excitement at my feet, after our time apart. The wiggles, the kisses all would have made me swoon just days earlier, and I likely would have recorded their reactions. But this time, this reunion, I felt nothing.

When we had parted, I had been on my way to the hospital to have my first baby and had squeezed them both so tightly, promised it would only be a few days, and gave the dogsitter pages and pages of instructions o...

Opinion: Swing, slide, yawn: Why are our playgrounds so boring?

Amberly McAteer is a writer in Toronto, and a former editor in the Opinion section at The Globe and Mail.

It’s a scene that has played out dozens of times this summer: My husband pushes our two-year-old daughter on the swing at our local park, in sync with all the other dads. They all stand behind their vaguely entertained kids, stare out into the abyss, and say nothing. Meanwhile I try, and fail, to have a basic conversation with another mom while my older daughter is climbing up a slide.

“Ho...

Can I have a magical summer with my kids, without ruining their sleep?

“I’ve made a terrible mistake,” I thought, watching my two toddlers buzz around the room, jump on the beds and refuse to get into their pyjamas. An hour past their usual bedtime with no end in sight to the madness.

Hours earlier, my four-year-old had her first soccer game – and I use that term loosely. It felt like the first real night of the summer. I took in the warm night air with my mom friends as we cheered our older kids on and the little ones ate watermelon on the sidelines. And then, on

If we value mothers and motherhood, excellent postpartum care should be standard

The first of its kind in Canada, a new postpartum retreat wants to revolutionize the care mothers receive in the days and weeks after giving birth. But why isn’t this standard practice, instead of an elective luxury?

Thomassen had heard the “horror stories” of early motherhood—trying to keep a new human alive on little sleep, little food and high anxiety—and wanted something better. “What was giving me the most anxiety was not having baby expertise,” she says. “My mom is wonderful, but she hadn

As a mother, I’m worried we don’t honour female art enough (just ask Barbie)

This is the weekly Amplify newsletter, where you can be inspired and challenged by the voices, opinions and insights of women at The Globe and Mail and our contributor community.

This week’s newsletter was written by Amberly McAteer, a freelance writer and editor in Toronto, and former editor at The Globe and Mail.

When my three-year-old daughter, Lucy, asked her teacher what she thought of her art project in preschool, the teacher answered: I won’t tell you what I think, it’s about what you t

Opinion: When the truth matters most, I won’t lie to my child about Santa

Amberly McAteer is a freelance writer in Toronto and a former editor in the Opinion section at The Globe and Mail.

The first time I remember feeling truly devastated was Christmas Day, 1987. I was four years old.

A few days before the Big Day, my brother, four years my senior and a dedicated truth-teller, was trying to convince me Santa was pure fiction. “He’s a fat guy, you think he’s in the kind of shape to go to every house in a night?

“Do you think he eats all those cookies and isn’t viol

12 wonderful pet gifts, and adoptable pets, perfect for your home this holiday season

It is the most wonderful day of my year. Getting to spend an entire day with wonderful animals – homeless through no fault of their own, looking for their second chance and full of plenty of love to give. Add to that, the thrill of giving these deserving babies the best toys and products of the year? It’s a very merry day indeed.

Bruce came in the door bursting with puppy energy. He had no time for introductions; he wanted to play immediately and made everything a game. His favourite? Pounce on

I’m so sick of hearing “just you wait” from veteran parents

Maybe I’m being too earnest, but as a new mom, there are so many stages I'm truly excited about. Please don’t rain on my parade prematurely.

I hadn’t even given birth to my daughter when I received my first “just wait.” I was telling a friend at work that I was having trouble sleeping. In the 30th week of pregnancy, essentially housing a full person, turning over in my sleep was near impossible. I felt like I could not possibly get bigger, or more uncomfortable.

It would be my first “just wait

Opinion: A dogged grief, during the most wonderful time of year

Amberly McAteer is an editor in The Globe and Mail’s opinion section.

When my husband opened the container of our most cherished ornaments, I instantly knew something was wrong. Until that moment, the Christmasing of our house, on a crisp, snowy Sunday, had been picturesque: the eggnog poured, the Michael Bublé holiday album loud and the tree placed in the living room window.

“They’re gone,” he said, along with a string of unpublishable obscenities. I turned the music off as he pulled out shat

There’s nothing wrong with Peloton Woman, or giving exercise as a gift

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“Am I supposed to be upset that you gave me a spin bike?" my dad called to ask recently.

Yes, I got my 70-year-old father hooked on indoor cycling. About four years ago, I discovered the pure joy and rush of spin classes, and suggested my dad, for whom exercise was never a fun thing, try it out, too. Soon, we we

There may be no crying in baseball, but A League of Their Own was a game-changer

Welcome back to Summers at the Cinema, in which Globe Arts contributors offer a window into their favourite summer-movie memories from years past. This week, Amberly McAteer recalls the game-changer that was 1992′s A League of Their Own

My most prominent memory from my time on the St. Thomas junior girls’ softball team is not making the game-winning catch, nor smacking a line drive over the heads of the infield, to the cheers of the home crowd. It is the metal taste of blood, paired with the vi

Can Depression Be Diagnosed With A Blood Test?

It may be closer than you think. A team of researchers across Canada are zeroing in on new ways to treat and diagnose depression involving brain scans, blood tests and ‘precision psychiatry’

“It’s been absolute hell,” Sara* says of the depression that has ripped through at least five generations of her family. Her great grandmother killed herself at the age of 35. Her grandmother ended her own life in 1988, after suffering for decades. Her great aunt spent 40 years in a German asylum, shunned f

Less hippie, more hip: Seattle’s Pike Place gets a makeover in cool

On my first visit to Seattle's Pike Place four years ago, the rain was relentless. The January afternoon temperature hovered between -1 C and 1, allowing for an extraordinarily terrible sleet-hail combination, soaking me to the bones.

While I tried to buy all the fleece in the Pike Place market I could find, the people around me were so very chilled out. I kid you not: There was a man in Birkenstocks, sipping a craft beer under an awning, while watching the fishmonger nearby toss the catches of
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