In praise of

Listen to me lift my voice. In praise of early mornings (oh, so early) because I wake up to a quiet house and I slowly work my way upstairs with Maggie in my arms. Of quietly shutting bedroom doors in a futile…

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Ron and Hermione

We don’t have a big yard, its about the size of a couple postage stamps, give or take a few images of the Queen. But we do have a forest just behind the ordinary chain link fence, a dense coastal…

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Pansies

We were driving to Edmonton because my Granny was dying and we wanted to say good bye. So we drove all day from the west coast, heading towards Edmonton. I forget sometimes how big and unpopulated Canada really is because…

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Palms

It’s Palm Sunday, I remembered only this morning. This season of Lent has passed me by, seasons do that sometimes. My baby girl is three weeks old today and so we did what we do, we took her to church….

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Here we are again

Here we are again. At the hospital, the pretty young nurse with false eyelashes tells me solemnly that they don’t really recommend swaddling for babies anymore – “we like for them to self-soothe,” she says. That’s nice, I say. And…

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