Even on holidayI rise earlyto let the day inand witness the lightresurrect a landscape. Outside,the Grey Jays, alreadydressed in morning coats, playat gathering breakfast – butterfliesunfortunat...Read More
The last time our family went on a vacation together – all of us, Caleb spun into a self-injurious behaviour cycle. That cycle was number three or four, but believe me, we wanted to do everythin...Read More
Emma recently ‘graduated’ from High School. I say ‘graduated’ but of course she didn’t really – that term is awarded rather specifically to one who has earned the h...Read More
This morning I read an old journal of mine written in the days before my son Caleb was born. It contained my thoughts, anticipations and fears about what it would be like to be a mom. I wrote but was ...Read More
I bought a new book a few weeks ago, by an author I appreciate very much, Belden Lane. I read his first book, The Solace of Fierce Landscapes, as if it had been written for me. When I saw this new bo...Read More
Saturday’s in my childhood were work days – my mother’s cleaning day, my dad’s mow the lawn day. But Saturday’s now are a day of rest and because I’m not prying oth...Read More
Today I had a hard day and it was because Emma, my daughter was struggling. Emma is strong and has always been strong. So, when her world is complicated by illness, or hormonal spikes, or who knows wh...Read More
I had some trouble with this poem, which accounts for the space between the first poem, in this Liturgy for the New Year series, and this one. But the poem I had written began to fall apart. This happ...Read More
In the middle of this Advent season, I had to take Emma for blood work. Well, actually it should have been done two months ago, but I was procrastinating because of the effort that must be put i...Read More
I don’t like being a tourist, because as a tourist I never seem to experience the heart of a place. The heart of a place is with the people who live there, who hold jobs and raise children and...Read More