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  • Don’t Follow the Rules!

    Contrast the drive in to town filled with so much endless upbeat chatter I wondered if I could keep up, the quiet ride home was almost unnerving. Maybe she’d played herself out? Headlights paved the way through the early autumn…

  • The Last Day of School; Who Grades Mom?

    Raise your hand if you’re a Mom and this week, or two, or three, was a tad bit overwhelming? Both hands raised here. The schedule alone was demanding. The back and forth, the here and there. Literally Saturdays and every…

  • Love says, “It hurts. Open your hand.”

    Yesterday she stood over an open casket laced with flowers. The internal tidal wave of emotion barely constrained by the dam of social pressure and personal expectation. This was goodbye. There were no more relational choices to be made, no…

  • 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…

  • While She Sleeps

    It’s after midnight as I slip into bed and find this little imp snuggled up cozy on Daddy’s side. “When did she slip in here? ” I wonder. And I stop, as all mothers before me do when the day…

  • Our Story

    12 years ago tonight I was quietly sneaking in the side door of my apartment trying not to disturb anyone after my first date with Chad. I couldn’t have imagined my landlady was awaiting my return (had I even told…

  • When She Buys You a Fountain Pen

    It’s been an emotional week to say the least. Tuesday I dropped Zoë and Eliya off for their first days of school this year (Gr 2 & 4FI) and although I will admit to being a wee bit nervous I…

  • Pregnant with grief, God birthed mercy and compassion

    As we celebrate Nathaniel’s 4th birthday this week my mind and heart have gone back to his pregnancy and birth again and again. In January 2011 I had returned to Haïti for the first time after experience the earthquake in…

  • “You look so beautiful like that”

    I’ve survived the first two morning routines without Chad.  He’s in Calgary this week, and it’s the first time I’ve had all 4 kids for a week by myself.  The regular eb and flow of a day I can manage…