a mother’s thanks

Last night, in a senseless act of violence and, I suspect, impulse, someone slashed my son’s bike tire and deflated his spirits.
Today, in a sensitive act of random kindness, and great kindness, someone lifted his heart. Continue reading

unpopular

…I wanted to tell her that investing in popularity carries with it the same amount of safety and stability as investing one’s life’s savings on the stock market. Highs and highs and devastating losses. Continue reading

hello, darlings

I’m pretty much positive that my belief that I’m actually learning Icelandic is very, very wrong, and I’m going to get there and I’m just going to sound like the Sweedish Chef. Continue reading

video-graphatico-licious

I can’t even afford botox so I’m gonna have to hit myself just enough to cause slight swelling. Continue reading

Hey, Ladies…

I’m in this amazing time of life where somehow, I’m completely surrounded by women. Incredible women who inspire me to press on into life and who allow me to inspire them, in return. Here is an exceptionally long post in which I try to honour them. Continue reading

So, I’m a Dad now

So, I’m a Dad now. I know, right? That’s a bit of a complicated thing, what with the fact that I’m a girl and all. But nonetheless, it’s happened, and I’m lovin’ it. Probably hoping there’ll be a bit of … Continue reading

i love myself today (not like yesterday)

The truth is, I’ve felt pretty blech lately. I feel frumpy and plumpy and drab. I feel like my hair is dull and my legs are too dry. I don’t feel beautiful, I don’t feel even vaguely “that’ll do”. I … Continue reading

pain makes you dishonest

I believe that there is a God in heaven whose heart not only breaks over the injustice of abuse (whether by another’s hand or our own) but who actively provides the way back to hope. Who offers his hand in pity and protection and, although we do not feel it when the slice of life cuts through our very core, I believe that he is good. Continue reading

i see dead people

The first time I saw the ghost was on a Sunday night in 2009. She slipped, silently—so painfully silently, into the seat in front of me. She was wearing normal clothes, although they draped over her in such an oversized fashion that it reminded me of an abandoned house I’d once been in where the furniture was covered with faded sheets, hiding what was beneath it. Everything in her posture and behaviour cried out “please, don’t see me”. Continue reading