Four children; warts and all.
It's definitely time for another holiday. Early 2018, for a very brief moment, I felt some frightening emotions. I wrote about it here. The flood of texts I received in response to this post was overwhelming. Some were expressing concern, but predominantly people were expressing gratitude. They were grateful to learn that I don’t have... Continue Reading →
There are many and varied positive and negative effects of social media on society, connectedness, social competence, safety, the list goes on. However, group chats in Facebook messenger have, for me, undoubtedly improved all of the above. One group in particular, involving me and three of my most valued friends, is one of my greatest... Continue Reading →
Stories that tug on our heart strings are not infrequent in our social media feeds. Stories that involve sick or suffering children, when I am fortunate enough to have the luxury of four healthy sons, really hit home with me. The closer to home they are, the stronger my empathy: Local families, families who fall... Continue Reading →
Scrolling through my feed this morning my hope was knocked down a little as I swiped up past numerous shockingly ignorant posts. Some calling to cease our refugee program because of its link to terror attacks by extremist muslims, some expressing outrage over gender neutral public toilets or school uniforms, some slamming anyone in support... Continue Reading →
Teenager – noun A person aged between 13 and 19 years. Synonyms: adolescent, youth, young person, minor, juvenile. Mother – noun A woman in relation to a child or children to whom she has given birth. Synonyms: female parent, matriarch. Ninety-nine percent. It may as well be one hundred. Or so I thought before I... Continue Reading →
Perspective. A wonderful thing. When you have it. Lost in self-consumption. Self-consumption spent white knuckled, bracing for the next wave. Maintain balance; avoid capsize. Life is not about staying dry. Clean and dry leaves endless facets ignored. Simplicity, not empty. Step back. The boat is still. Who knows how long for; cramped hands. Intuition. Familiar... Continue Reading →
Quarts And All 