trust

  • 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,…

  • Promises for 2022

    “What are your dreams for 2022?” My husband asked as we drifted off to sleep. The clock struck midnight ushering in the new year… “Mama, what if I die?” Sitting on the corner of his bed, I rub his back…

  • Heirloom: When God Doesn’t Do What You Think He Will

    The painter sat on the linoleum floor that sunny Wednesday morning, a black garbage bag spread out under the freshly stripped kitchen chair. Slow, deep, breathing could be heard in the kitchen as the canister was tipped back and forth…

  • Why Won’t My Grief Go Away?

    Courage and bravery don't come from denying fear and heartache; grief doesn't go away. Let the snotty tears, the wailing cries, the confusion, and the anger have their places, they aren't weaknesses, they are the birthing grounds for strength.

  • I Am

    “You are not enough.” The highway stretched long before us as dusk drew nearer.  She didn’t know what she’d said, actually, she didn’t know what I’d heard, and she kept talking. I was talking back but my mind and heart…

  • 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 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…

  • 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…