love
Letting Go.
I thought it’d be easier this time. The third time’s a charm, right? Parenting gets easier with each child, right? Smarter and more competent parenting, quicker and more relaxed; we see the bigger picture and chill on the not-so-important things,…
Where was Cupid?
As the Dollarstore aisles filled with pink and red and the lines to get in the Hallmark Store wrapped around the building, I couldn’t help but find my mind drift off to the many kinds of Valentine weekends I’ve experienced…
At Her Kitchen Table
It had been a long day of babies, toddlers and elementary children, homework and supper; bath, book, bed, bath, book, bed. My dishpan hands traced the lines etched into the faded wooden table top sitting in my cluttered kitchen as…
Girlfriend, are you lonely?
A lone text, “I’m struggling.”A phone call, “Today is hard.”A Facebook message, “It’s been a day.” The quiet teen, behind the screen, scrolling through newsfeeds of activity.The busy working woman, beige file folders spilling over her desk.The smiling young mother,…
But Did He Give You His House Key?
A wide rectangular magnet adheres the glittery gold notepad to our finger- smudged white refrigerator. “To DO” is scrawled across the top in bold black sharpie. The list is long, as it always is if you’re a homeowner. Finish the…
but, I love you…
It is a hard day. A swell of unexpressed grief rises and won’t be ignored any longer as I step outside for a breath of crisp, fresh air. Moments later, unabated, I reach in the front door for the car…
A Mother’s Gift
It was her day off. The sun had crested bright and beautiful, but it didn’t draw her from the heavy sheets tucked tight around her. She dragged her tired body from the warm blankets, pulled back the dark grey curtains and…
When You Get Back
When you get back we will go… When you get back we will have… When you get back we will start… When you get back we will talk… How those words have made my heart jump these last few weeks. …
One Tall, Dark and Handsome Please…
One tall, dark and handsome please… How many times did my checklist for love look like this growing up? And yet here I sit next to my daughter at our favourite bakery trying to communicate so much more than an…
How to Miss it.
“Quick! Quick!” I attempt to hustle her along. Her warm pudgy hand is held tightly in mine as we rush through the mall ticking one last thing off my to-do list. Her tiny, clunky, pink winter boots are hitting the…
