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 …
This is what Valentine’s Day looks like after 18 years of being together. Let me paint for you a motion picture. First of all, there is a wife who wakes up on her side of the bed, because you get to own a side when you’ve been together this long. That wife tries to disengage …
I write about love, because I want to understand love, what it really is. Love is…romance? It is Valentine’s Day soon, hearts turn toward the romantic side of love as we near the day. It is just the way we women are hardwired. We love a good romance. I am, earlier on this Saturday, sitting …
I have a note crammed in my pocket. It is scribbled in black ink, penned with large sprawling letters. It was written in a hurry. That matters not to me. What matters is this: it was written. I grabbed lunch late today. As I opened a plastic grocery bag, inside which was my lunch, I …
Vignette #1: I arrive at school a bit before 9:00 p.m. I am having a bit of trouble finding my keys, but there they are, on the passenger seat. I gather an armload of muffins for tomorrow’s healthy breakfast selections, and I balance them with my free arm, as I slam the door shut with …
Little girls should never have to worry when they fall asleep at night. Mine is sweetly sleeping, her hair a cascade of gold fanning her pillow. Moments like this one are precious. Cherished. Minutes ago, she came padding down the stairs, wearing those fuzzy jammies with the puppies on them that are so cuddly after …