Photo by Ashley Rich on Unsplash I’ve been dancing with butterflies. Chasing them. Watching them. Befriending them. She is everywhere I go. I sit on the back deck while my boys play in the yard and a butterfly flutters her way over us. I go for a walk and she weaves in and out of… Continue reading Dancing with butterflies
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash When I was in Grade 10 I gave an oral presentation on Mother Teresa. While my classmates gave speeches about how they were going to be the next Wayne Gretzky, or why sleeping with multiple partners before marriage is a good idea (yes this was an actual thesis statement),… Continue reading Grade 10 speeches and moving mountains
Photo by Kosal Ley All you need is 20 minutes. My husband has just come home from an insanely busy work day, meetings piled upon meetings. “Do you like being that busy?” I ask. I’m in awe, really. I always am of his job as a real estate broker. I shudder at the demands… Continue reading All you need is 20 minutes
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
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
