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
Advocacy has never come easy for me. I don’t like to be the squeaky wheel. My ability to see another’s perspective and another’s need gets in the way of pushing the needs of my child...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
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This is the fourth and final in this short series, A Liturgy for a New Year. I’m ending with my favourite story from the Gospel of John. I come to the New Year with hope, but also with baggage f...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
How you start is important. The science of sport has perfected this, giving the advantage to the athlete who can begin from a dead start with the most precision, fluidity and power. Is that how I what...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