Significance
Front porch creeks with a new chair, joining the cricket chorus And she lifts me into her enfolding lap; Flushed cheeks turn up to greet deep grey eyes Pudgy knuckles trace, cup and grasp; and I sing, “Do you see…
It’s in a Post It Note
Another Easter weekend rounds the bend with the smell of confectionary sugar wafting through the stores. Thick chocolate smudges line our toddler’s plump pink lips like an unfortunate mishandling of Mama’s new lipstick. Streaks of mud find their way on…
It’s true. Sometimes you’re cooking for the dog.
Another Wednesday. My day off. Well my day off from work but absolutely my day “on” at home. Here in Fredericton, Wednesday is a half day from school, so Vi and I spend the morning together before the other three…
When Your Life Story Doesn’t Pack Up Neatly
The candles flickered on the coffee table in the evening light, their subtle ways bringing a warmth to the quiet living room. Familiar scents of cotton and laundry filled the air. Nearly 4 decades of favourites filled her ears with…
Oceans
I’ve always been drawn towards the ocean. Drawn, terrified by those sneaky rotten jellyfish waiting to burn my awkward limbs, disrupting my peaceful beach combing. Drawn, from the inside of a tiny red fishing boat on the most easterly point…
Flying Solo
I did it! For those of you who fly solo all the time you probably think it’s infantile to be so proud of myself, but this trip, this flight is so significant to me. Perhaps it is less the flying…
Coming Home
I stumbled, cross eyed out of the bedroom to find Chad and his brother Doug sitting at the kitchen table brewing a cup of tea. It might have been 8 o’clock but it was Christmas week and it’s hard enough…
When The Tree Lights Sing
Our house has been loud with love these last few weeks of December, but tonight, as the little’s sleep after a wild day of excitement, the quiet of the tree calls to me. I’ve felt it drawing me now for…
Crossroads
It’s an internal crossroads of sorts. It wasn’t deliberate; an unintentional silencing attributed largely to the deepest, purest love of mankind, motherhood. Based on tending to the immediate more pressing needs of the smallest dependents it slipped away, unnoticed for the…
Brushing Shoulders
There is a woman, a beautiful woman who, just this morning woke up and wondered if she belongs. This woman has walked through a number of difficult things in life; some things harder than she thought she could bear. She’s…
