I wrote this book for so many reasons: to help kids and parents gain skills and tips on what to do when they have big worries; I also wrote this book because I love to write, and I wanted to challenge myself; but I also wrote this book because I couldn't find a book on this topic and so I decided to write one myself; and also I wrote it because writing a book was on my bucket list! I could go on, as there are so many reasons I wrote this book.
After a long winter's nap, Reg wakes up in his snug little den, buried deep in the hillside---built under the tangled roots of a leafy tree.
I am very grateful for the following people’s involvement in writing reviews for my first book, Reg Goes Swimming. This is a public “thank you” to them and acknowledgment of the time they took to read my initial draft, prior to publication, along with acknowledgement of the time they gave to write a review for my …
These past four weeks, I have not cried. Haven’t shed a single tear. Not when presented with missed opportunities, lost experiences (and financial reimbursements), and the monotonous daily grind. Not when discovering that the worst was yet to come. Not when reading heart-breaking accounts and watching soul-ripping moments. Not even when I could not see …
When September days arrived this past school year, I again faced the reality that I was staring down the homestretch with my precious second oldest. As when my very Oldest was in Grade 12, my only son, it was again, a bittersweet milestone to be reached. I (as mama) was so proud and so grateful …
Hello Friends, Over the past days, which now total near weeks (a week and a half, plus one weekend, to be exact), we have not been together. This has been hard. Really hard. And over these days and weeks, your teachers, and educational assistants, and custodial staff, and bus drivers, and resource teachers and support, …
Speaking of normal parenting things we did last night… We watched home videos, together, on the couch— in an act of complete and utter solidarity. God bless us everyone. ********************************** Providing some context, dear reader. {And we, as amatuer writers these days have been clarifying in these spontaneous blog posts, that emerge out of nowhere …
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are …
I look out the double windows this evening at sundown, while wiping down the kitchen counters from a late supper. Noticing Husband out by the road, talking to an unrecognizable couple and their dog, I am drawn to the over-sized glass on our entryway door. Pausing for a moment, I take stock. Who is this? …
For quite some time, I have bemoaned the growing separation of our older children on the Second Level of the House, from the Parents, located on the First. Many tricks have been tried. I have begged and cajoled and lectured and flat-out scolded, with the sole intent of wanting them ‘down here’ to hang out …
Walking down the hallway, I turn quickly into the school office, with the plan to retrieve a document that moments earlier I had sent to the photocopier from my computer. As I make the sharp turn to the right, scooting in around the corner, I become witness to a small huddle formed around a very …
There are those who will say “never look back”. Who will say that one should either “live in the moment” and “be present” or should “set one’s sights on things to come”. I, however, am of the firm belief that the past is a doorway through which we must walk into the present and then …
