When You Can’t See Home for the Christmas Tree

The last few years have been a season of Moving Mountains – something that’s not necessarily over, but is now changing in shape. I haven’t quite put my finger on it, nor yet found the words, but it’s a learning transition of finding/making/building/shaping/growing/creating/nourishing/defining “home”. It’s a concept that’s taking on yet another new meaning for me, and a centre-stage part…

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In the Essence of Time For All that Is Complex

“Time” is really starting to confuse me. I’m not sure if it’s a product of aging, becoming a mother, or of stepping outside the traditional workforce with regular routine and organized schedules… But it’s messing with me. Am I alone in this? I’m pretty sure my baby girl was just born yesterday, but she’s pulling herself up onto couches, and…

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It’s Beginning To Look a Lot Like Motherhood

I took a quick glance around the room before I left the house this morning, and I think the knee-high loads of laundry and scattered toys are more than a metaphor – somehow over the last 8 months I have settled into this new role of motherhood, and it’s finally beginning to feel like it’s “really” here. After a season…

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To All The People I Never Forgot

In Care Of: Northern Alberta. Southern Alberta. The Philippines. California. British Columbia. Michigan. Africa. Florida. Saskatchewan. Australia. Illinois. Southwestern Ontario. A lot of Southwestern Ontario… For some of you, it’s been awhile.

And Just Like That… It’s Been 10 Years

It wasn’t everything I owned, but it was everything I thought I needed, packed into two suitcases. One neon green, the other fuchsia pink, I kept them as close as possible in my own little corner of the airport arrivals, fiddling with the unfamiliar Albertan address. Somehow I’d gotten the dates mixed up, and had arrived a day early, but…

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When a Teacher Doesn’t Go Back to School

It’s the morning following Labour Day weekend, and I’ve spent the last 20 minutes perusing Facebook, adoringly spammed with back to school photos of littles and their backpacks, and colleagues and their bulletin boards. I’m trying to sort out my feelings about all of this. For the first time in TWENTY-THREE years, I didn’t buy ANY back to school notebooks.…

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Dear Baby…

Some stories are painful and beautiful, all at once. After all, that’s how mountains move.  Last May, I faced the end of a job contract, a painful monthly cycle, and yet another birthday marking one more month on the calendar spent wishing for things that weren’t. And it was very hard not to be afraid. Even though I know so…

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Happy New Tuesday

I used to hate Tuesdays. Truly. I even wrote a short story about it once (and no, it really wasn’t that good). But it isn’t a day that exactly lends itself to excitement or new beginnings. Here we are, one day into the week, where you can’t even say that you’re halfway through, nor are you starting fresh. Monday, after…

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This Mary Moment

Admittedly, I’ve never been a huge fan of Mary. I have nothing against her specifically, but after 25 + years of hearing the Christmas story each December, I think my heart grew numb to her role in bringing our Emmanuel into the world. The verses in the gospel of Luke just seem to roll over the tongue in oh-so-familiar tones,…

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The Picture of November Grey

I’m tired. Am I allowed to say that? It’s now been three months since I’ve been back at the front of the classroom, and I think I’m finally starting to settle into things. But after a week’s visit to see family in Ontario, we returned home to a grey, cold, snowy, day… and I felt so very, very tired. And…

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