I was 17 when I met the man who would become my husband. Seventeen! Today that seems ridiculously young and yet, somehow, perfect timing. I love…
Daughter
For nearly half of my life, I’ve been a mother. It’s one of my primary roles; it’s the one many people associate me with most,…
Birthdays through and for the ages
It’s amazing — but not surprising — how much birthdays change as you get older.
Floating Axe Farm
The birth certificate arrived.
Grow old with me
My husband turned 45 recently. Forty-five. Once upon a time, that was old. Now it’s who we are, and suddenly we’re looking at the Oxford…
The sting of hope
Lovely Facebook reminded me last week of a picture I took with my wife two years earlier while waiting in the Vancouver airport to board…
Never say never
I used to have a rock-solid list of “nevers.” Most of them revolved around parenting my as-yet-to-have-been-conceived perfectly matched set of two children. You know…
He ain’t heavy
I wonder, sometimes, what it’s like to live in Phin’s head. Life often seems big and overwhelming for Phineas, who floats through his days with…
Knowing God through a feather
I am sitting outside trying to prepare my lesson for tomorrow’s online French class that I teach (check out CBB+ if you’re interested!), but it’s…
Separating the vegetables from the weeds
I went out this morning to check the garden boxes and quickly noticed that what is supposed to be lettuce is now overrun with weeds. I…