Women & December

Women & December

I told her I felt better. A week-long, nasty cold had finally abated. “Thank goodness,” she replied. “With all the work we (as women, as mothers) have in December, it’s a very good thing.” Yes, December means ‘more’: more...
Come On, Come Out

Come On, Come Out

About four years ago, there was a two-year stretch when my son was a toddler and I was an at-home mom and I was continually thrown into these odd situations where very successful people were interested in having me work for them. It was as if I was at the center of a...
When You’re Ready

When You’re Ready

  When all you have is a photograph, can the pain be contained in the frame? Does it live beneath the glass? Or does it pervade your veins like poison? Does it rip through you until you become it? Slowly, slowly… Slip down…down into darkness. They say...
A Winter Memory

A Winter Memory

  I kicked at the frozen slush behind my front tire with force. It fell and crumbled onto my still snow-covered driveway. I was a lazy shoveler and the only one who suffered for it was me. It was a full-on effort to park my car on the snowy incline every day, but...
The Space

The Space

They sat in their garden facing one another and yet unable to look up. He wore sunglasses in any case. When she tried to see his eyes, she could not. Perhaps it was better that way. The space between them was heavy, laden with fear though they carried it differently....
Letting Life Unfold

Letting Life Unfold

She said, “There are no mistakes in this life. Regret is not the same thing as error. Regret is personal, self-deprecating and useless.” Her voice was stronger than usual, with traces of experience lining every syllable. She sat primly, her hair just so,...
Those Lessons with Layers

Those Lessons with Layers

My friend walked beside me, protectively. He always insisted on walking on the side closest to the road- said his mother taught him that. I appreciated the gesture. It was something I never thought about unless I was with my children and that felt more like a frantic...
A Prayer for Those Who Struggle with December

A Prayer for Those Who Struggle with December

This time of year isn’t easy for everyone. To those struggling, I offer this prayer… May you allow yourself to be where you are. May you have patience with your memories, emotions and anxieties. May you open your heart to be comforted, your door to friends...
Soaking Up Secrets

Soaking Up Secrets

We sat warming our hands on our mugs of lemon ginger tea in silence. She was waiting, once again, for me to speak first. Speaking has never been my strong suit. I feel enough for a village, but to speak about my feelings takes a lot of effort. I can, however, write...
Webs and Water

Webs and Water

“I feel so helpless,” I said aloud as I  painstakingly applied shredded cotton strands to the brick façade of my home. They were ‘spider webs’. My daughter had complained that we didn’t have nearly enough decorations for Halloween and so...
Afraid of Love

Afraid of Love

We walked the local Rail Trail, my friend and I, an old railroad path connecting Hamilton to Brantford, Canada. The trees were a tall, sheltering canopy from the early September sun above us, leaves still mostly green and rustling in the subdued wind. I was anxious...
Beauty’s Weight

Beauty’s Weight

It still amazes me the conversations I get to have and with whom I get to have them. These exceptional, loving people appear in my life at the exact time I need them. I must call out for them, I think, in some midnight prayer. I must. And the other day it was in a...