On one perfect night in July, we ended up back at one of my favourite places, Stoney Acres farm in Athens, Wisconsin. It had been one hell of a day. My husband, Tim, and I had traveled from Toronto to Central Wisconsin with 4 kids: (almost) 2, 3, 6 and 10, in an epic whirlwind … Continue reading Storm #1000wordsofsummer
#1000wordsofsummer
So, it's been a minute. I've still been writing, but not in formats that seemed ripe to publish. Recently I made a new friend, Mary, who introduced me to a fun challenge: #1000wordsofsummer. Best selling author, Jami Attenberg, started a challenge back in 2018 to inspire her writing community to write 1000 words per day, … Continue reading #1000wordsofsummer
Snowflakes & Heartbreak
I was 15 or 16 and experiencing my first bitter taste of heartbreak. I honestly don’t remember many of the details, except that it was the first time a boy had shattered my heart. He wasn’t wrong, and I probably deserved it. I was confident that he adored me, and I’m certain I took him … Continue reading Snowflakes & Heartbreak
Do Overs
The time I let my heart sliplike a butterfly, escaping the cocoon.Stretching away from you.Silent.Expected by everyone elseexcept for me – that fresh creature – stretching my paper-thin wings.Dancing with danger.The time I used forceto overpower my baby (physically and his will).Not to abusebut to control to contain.And I watched the reactionin his eyesturn to … Continue reading Do Overs
Mini-Slice: Synchronicity
Call me crazy, but I believe in synchronicity. Those unexplained moments of alignment or coincidence. A sign from the universe or God, from the ancestors or the angels, that They are listening and you’re on the right path. Where you belong. I had just returned from a truly incredible weekend away. A mini-escape from the … Continue reading Mini-Slice: Synchronicity
Believing
I wonder,do animals believe?Does the bird or the field-mouseor the grasshopperbelieve? In magic or fairies? In Gods or ghosts?Do they sense the mysteryof a force bigger than usthan nowrippling through the ages?Or is the capacity for belief that pull and longing that certainty and curiosityisolated to only humans?Are we the only specieswho feel that connection:a compulsionto … Continue reading Believing
Super. Heros?
Today My boys told me Of the silly game They had played with classmates One wanted to be Captain America One, Captain Crunch One claimed Captain Canada (he was born in Canada) The last declared himself Jeff Bezos And so, Captain Crunch decided Bezos sounded like Basil So he would, instead, be Jeff Pesto And … Continue reading Super. Heros?
Salt Dip
Memories of my grandma Often include antiquing Treasure hunting Visiting garage sales, Flee markets, Antique shops, On a hunt For a special salt dip These small, glass dishes Pre-dating salt shakers in origin Became a focus Easy to carry and display (she had a special shelf) Cut glass Colourful (or not) We would hunt Maybe … Continue reading Salt Dip
Old Souls
Youth is wasted on the young What does it mean to be wise? To recognize that catching grasshoppers in the dewy grass on a summer morning is the only thing that could ever really matter At that place, At that time To be satisfied with the beauty and mystery of the universe without seeking to … Continue reading Old Souls
Hands
Some say Eyes are the window to the soul and I (sort of) believe that But if there were a close second I think it would be the hands I have one son (and not my youngest) who will still reach for my hand any and all times I have it free, outstretched at my … Continue reading Hands
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