One of the best parts of growing older, I’m finding, is no longer buying in when society begins wringing its hands and screaming that the…
A mother’s prayer
I’ve prayed for countless things over the years that have, literally, brought me to my knees. Some of those things seem silly now, but others are…
Side by side
For the first time in the life of our family, we have work. Of course, there’s always been work. Floors that need to be mopped, papers…
The starting gate
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…