We won’t break faith

My grandpa was a good-looking kid from the Canadian prairie when he marched away to war. He was shot on the side of a hill in Italy during a pre-dawn raid. He fell in the cold, thick mud while it…

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Here on the couch

I hurt my back a month ago. I kept pushing through and pushing through, taking Aleve and visiting a chiropractor and a physiotherapist sporadically and never ever slowing down. I went to Colorado and then to Chicago. I horsed around…

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Hey there.

  Hey, hi, how are you doing? Do we have time for a nice newsy old-fashioned update? I think it’s official: I should probably stop referring to my children as “the tinies.” They aren’t all tiny anymore. Of course, we still…

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The Resistance

The older three tinies went blueberry picking with a family friend this weekend. They all went out into the sunshine and two hours later, me and baby Maggie picked them up at the farm. Each bucket was a metaphor for each…

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Off Brand

Little known fact: I’m actually a marketer by trade and training. Yep. I studied marketing and communications for my undergraduate degree and then I spent more than ten years working in that field for both financial institutions and non-profits. My specialty…

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