It is 5:45 a.m., and the alarm goes off. I think it sounded, or it could just be a ringing noise in my head. Oh well. I’m up anyways, as is my husband, and my second youngest. I drag my sorry self out of bed, and send my sweet little one back to bed. She …
I logged onto Facebook this afternoon and saw a post on a group page of which I am a member. This is the post I read: The boy you punched in the hall today committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today, she’s a virgin. The boy you …
When I first moved to P.E.I., I had never heard of a wake. Well, I had heard of a wake, it just was not the funeral kind. Wake was a verb that my father used on school days when I wasn’t getting out of bed in time to do the essential morning prep before school, …
The dog is jumping excitedly around my oldest daughter’s feet. She is trying to teach Lucky, our four and a half month old Mini Australian Shepherd, how to shake a paw. Although, I think at present the lesson has disintegrated into a jumble of paws, feet and hands going every which direction. The four-year old …
She skates away from me toward the far end of the ice, a tiny doll dressed in sparkly teal and purple costume. Spindly legs swathed in nude-coloured nylon extend from the white boots on her feet. I stand behind the glass and wait with her, wait expectantly for the music to begin. She is poised …
It is suppose to be a storm day today. The alarm sounds at 5:45ish with a twangy country tune blaring, reverberating sound off the walls and into my half-awake brain. I already have a child glued against my left side, and another knocks on the door when she hears the party going on in the …
I am dressed in grey lined track pants, a ski jacket, dressy brown gloves and a white woollen hat that the dog chewed a few weeks back. It is Friday night, and I have the steering wheel of our mini-van pointed toward the side road as I head out for a night on the town. …
I am driving the side road tonight, the lanes are dark and slushy. The rain hits the windshield with a whack and a splash. Big, heavy drops. It is 2 degrees. Not yet cold enough for snow. I am thinking, while concentrating of course on the roads, and my thoughts are bent on the subject …
We often are witness to those painful aspects of life, those which bring hurt and damage to both the victim and the inflictor. The former, intertwined in a web with the latter, woven around injury, only to be confounded by an inevitable tangle of lines and curves. It can be hard at times to see …
I am cross-country skiing across a field of sparkling white snow. The sky is a wash of blue watercolour, dotted with clouds and drenched in sunlight. The evergreen trees provide a canopy overhead as I push along down the trail. It is a glorious day. I want to soak this all in, this seeming quiet …
How is it that we arrived at this place; so quickly arrived, here. Already, God? Inevitably, I knew the time would come. But so soon? My son does not find it cool to speak to his mother in public places anymore. I thought I had a few years left of being a real human. He …
Life is, among other things, a series of real-life vignettes that are played over in our minds, after the fact. It is our interpretation of these cameos that influences what our life looks like, in living colour. Last night, I was talking to my husband about our marriage, and he commented that he has many …