Pray for the Girls

Pray for the Girls

And I never quite know how to handle it when she has that look in her eye, the one that hides her tender heart while she says things I know she doesn’t mean. My hair is a favourite one she reaches for- the colour of it. And then there’s my clothes, the...
Tender is the Human

Tender is the Human

If she had seen my eyes while she was speaking, she probably would have stopped. Her eloquence, honesty and gentleness moved me to tears and pierced a place within me that rarely saw the light. As it was, she kept her gaze to the window. Summer was intense these days...
Big Love

Big Love

My daughter wrapped herself in her furry brown blanket and plopped down beside me on the bed. She said, “I must be bad because I’m not like them. I hear words coming out of my mouth and I want to take them back right away, but I can’t. It’s...
An Offer of Love

An Offer of Love

I dangle neatly between love and fear all the time. I have perched myself on a pendulum so that I may swing back and forth at will. And that’s an important point: at will. One of the lessons that is clear as day, in my face right now is how important it is- how...
Where the Love Is

Where the Love Is

Her voice was muddled by dreamsleep, but I heard the words nonetheless “This is where the love is…”. She had that look of peace about her. The one that melts me every time. The one that helps me feel less like a mother who can never get it right and...
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...
The Bond – A (Very) Short Story

The Bond – A (Very) Short Story

“Bury me there beside him,” she said, pointing over the horizon to the tall elms wearing scant offerings of stubborn yellow leaves- soon to be bare. We stood in her kitchen, socked feet on the cold, white ceramic floor. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling...
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...
Another Peak to Climb

Another Peak to Climb

Just when I think I’ve climbed the mountain, the clouds part to reveal another peak. But I want to sleep. I want to hide. I want to retreat into my cave of comfort and pretend: there is no change, no challenge, no fire-breathing dragon at my back. I’m...
The Quiet Perfection of Now

The Quiet Perfection of Now

Winter smacked me in the face as I bore on against the wind toward my children’s school. Everyday it was the same, a mad dash from my driveway to the schoolyard to collect two bright-eyed whirling dervishes with questions and stories and hungry bellies. I would...
Same Mistakes

Same Mistakes

Please baby girl, don’t make the same mistakes as me. And I cannot help but feel it is a selfish plea.  I would suffer.  I would suffer to see her float aimlessly through life looking for love in all the places it is not.  But who am I to judge her journey?  Who...
Cars, Monsters and Love

Cars, Monsters and Love

My 2.5 year-old son is crazy about cars.  He pretends to be a race car wherever he goes…the supermarket, the library…”Vroom! Vroom!” is all I hear all day long.  I love him for it.  I love that he displays his passion so openly and just wants...