“This tug-of-war often obscures what's also happening between us. I am your mother, the first mile of your road. Me and all my obvious and hidden limitations. That means that in addition to possibly wrecking you, I have the chance to give to you what was given to me: a decent childhood, more good memories... Continue Reading →
I will be happy if running and I can grow old together... Instagram would have you believe that running is only for those who get to take pictures on the top of mountains or after getting a medal at a race... Saskatchewan farmer runners know better... in Saskatchewan there are only two marathons... one in... Continue Reading →
Cecil Day-Lewis wrote in the poem 'Walking Away' ~ "selfhood begins with a walking away and love is proved in the letting go"... turns out - there are many resources online to help you navigate the murky waters of your children moving out of your home... and I have been pouring over these resources this... Continue Reading →
when you are sitting by yourself, watching your daughter's hockey practice (#girlscanplaytoo) (I forever will find this hashtag humorous) ... and a strange man plops himself down beside you and begins the conversation with "I don't believe we've met"... you know you need to buckle yourself up for a wild ride... just when you think... Continue Reading →
"modern love is the enterprise that everyone wants to be a part of, yet there's a fifty percent divorce rate in round one and a sixty-five percent divorce rate in round two." (Esther Perel) I was sick of listening to my normal podcasts that deal with running and vulnerability... so I ventured out of my... Continue Reading →
I prefer to do things for other people than have them done for me... with the exception of the farmer... he can keep doing things for me and I have no guilt associated with that... so when my friends threw a party for my 40th birthday it was pretty overwhelming... you always hope your friends... Continue Reading →
is our only opportunity to be an athlete when we are young and in school/college? or can we continue the quest of athletics as we age? should athletes only be the best of the best or does anyone applying themselves and working at a sport get to call themselves an athlete? I grew up... Continue Reading →
the farmer got upset with his oldest son who is driving the grain cart for not helping combine drivers clean their headers out... he was just telling him the other night how it is his job as a cart driver to get out and help them... so yesterday, my sixteen year old, trying to be... Continue Reading →
recently I was able to go on a trip to Squamish, BC... my teenage boys referred to it as an 'old ladies hiking trip'... I of course was picturing it in my mind more like an expedition to Everest and I packed accordingly I booked this trip way back in January when the farmer was... Continue Reading →
i feed a farmer 