Beautiful In It’s Time?

I didn’t post last week.  In typical me fashion, I vacillated between worrying I had let people down, and worrying no one even noticed.  I started several posts, but each one felt either artificially cheery or like I was vomiting on a page.  Neither rang true.  While tired and a little dry, I am not…Read more »

Over the Edge

Had I to define it, I’m not sure what I would call my parenting style. (Desperate?) With my first two children, I was calmer, more organized, better able to project being in control. Yes, they were close in age, but there were only two of them. When number three and four burst onto the scene less…Read more »

Emancipation

Declaration of Independence The sun shines bright and warm; its rays are unable to penetrate my prison.  I crouch in the shadows, held tight in the cold grasp of darkness.  Shackled in a prison of despair. Leg irons of expectation immobilize me.  As each new demand arises, the chain that tethers me to the fortress of duty, shortens. …Read more »

Last Day of School!

Ahhh . . . one of my most favourite days of the year.  Summer’s promise beckons as the shackles of the school year fall away.  I roll into the parking lot 15 minutes late, children munching happily on Tim Horton’s due to a lack of critical breakfast ingredients in the fridge, yet calm prevails.  It is the last day…Read more »

Paris Part II: In Which I Am Brought Low

The pride of your heart has deceived you, you who live in the clefts of the rock, in your lofty dwelling, who say in your heart, “Who will bring me down to the ground?” (Obadiah 1:3) My adventurous spirit restored, we escaped into the streets of Paris.  Shunning such pedestrian ideas as visiting the Eiffel Tower or…Read more »

Paris Part I: In Which I Exalt Myself

October, 2001; fresh out of university and living in London, England, I felt fairly sure I was nearing the peak of my culture and sophistication.  My husband and I lived in a quaint flat and shopped in trendy open air street markets.  We dined in European sidewalk cafés and frequented internet cafés to keep in…Read more »

The Measure of a Man

I am a dreamer; a big picture person.  Details intimidate me; I get too easily bogged down in them.  There is a saying that the devil is in the details.  It is in living out the details that big pictures become reality.  It is in the details that dreams turn into hard work.  Through the…Read more »

Full Circle

And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. – T.S. Eliot In a full circle week, my journey led me back to the place it began.  Back to the house I grew up in, to the family from which I came.  Time mocks…Read more »

Beauty

The children nibble on their snacks, debating important life issues adults often don’t have time for.  The topic this day is private parts.  An animated discussion centres on what actually constitutes a private part, and how imperative it is that once categorized as such, it remains covered. They move through the obvious ones quickly, but upon…Read more »