Dear readers: I haven’t been posting on here very often, which you may or may not have noticed. But I have been busy writing. I feel things are changing for me, a transformation I can’t exactly explain or put my finger on. For the past year I’ve had it in my mind that I’d love… Continue reading Dear readers, do you have a minute?
I can remember summers gone by based on their playlist. There was the summer of Spiceworld, when every pre-teen girl knew her Spice Girl nickname (and which one she secretly wished she could be). Then there was the summer before Grade 6 when my friends and I made up a music video to Sometimes by Britney Spears, practicing… Continue reading Summer, music, years gone by
My husband bought a sailboat last summer. We’ve enjoyed a fair amount of adventures so far, and though I haven’t learned to sail I go for the sheer excitement of it all. The dark waves, white capped, rolling under us, splashing over us, rocking the boat side to side. The sky a wide expanse of… Continue reading Sailing, faith, and holding on
I started using Instagram about 4 years ago, just after my first son was born. As you can imagine, my pictures mostly focused around my infatuation with him. I would get a whopping 2 likes every time I posted (all from family members). Instagram can be a lot of fun, but it does have its’… Continue reading My tiny beautiful things
Those mornings that start like this, and your thoughts go something like “What’s the point of all of this?” As you follow the trail of clutter and dirty foot prints, cleaning one disaster after another. “Does anyone see me here? Does anyone care at all what I am doing? What AM I even doing? An… Continue reading We wear crowns
I take my boys downtown for a walk through the public gardens. My 4 year old is slowly trailing along behind the stroller. “Mommy!” I hear him yell, “Come look!” I turn around and let my gaze follow in the direction of his finger. “Those are just for you!” He says, pointing to a row… Continue reading A bundle of lupines
It’s a Thursday morning and I’m getting the boys ready for a trip to our city’s waterfront. My 4 year old wants to look at the boats, play on the playground, take a ride on the ferry. It’s June and sunny, but the air is cool. I zip zippers, snap buttons, velcro shoes. Toss the… Continue reading Band aids and a lesson in love