I’m discovering that it can be a challenge to stay present in grief. Now, what I mean by that is, I often want to run away from it. It doesn’t mean if I’m having a
I was digging up potatoes from the garden, dirt under my nails, sweating under the summer sun. Florence, my baby, was napping, and I was enjoying the glory of my garden. It was planted a
My motherhood story begins on a hot and humid August morning in the beautiful, touristy town of Ossoyos, BC. We weren’t there as tourists, but as mourners. My grandfather’s life had come to an abrupt
We recently brought home a little puppy for our girl Florence. He’s a golden Chorkie, (chihuahua crossed with a Yorkshire terrier). He’ll be a small, lap dog, perfect for couch snuggles with Florence, and long
Birth is real and raw, often not calm and bright and silent in the night. Mary carried a child that was never hers, one she knew she would have to release. She would eventually watch
This post came to be after a few pregnant readers told me that they were no longer afraid of something, of anything, going wrong in their pregnancies. I think that’s a bit miraculous, considering all
We write for 5 minutes, no editing or looking back and rewriting. We write on a topic chosen for us, and we do it together. The truth always stays the same, doesn’t it? For us,
This week I attended a labor and birth, and like always, it opens everything wide and amazes me. I went from the Children’s Hospital where Florence is, to a home and hospital across the water,
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! Did you know there are songs of thanksgiving right smack dab in the book of Job? Job rejoices at the marvellous power and might and love of God in the midst…amazing stuff.
It’s that time again. Write for 5 minutes flat, prompted by one word, chosen by another. Here we go… MERCY. When I think of what I wanted to do and where I wanted to go