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
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
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.