daddy’s girl

“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’m not crying… you’re crying

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 →

save it for Facebook

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 →

meatloaf & potatoes

"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 →

feeling the love

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 →

thank you Facebook memories

"if it matters to you... my babe it matters to me... I'll go where you're going... I'll keep on holding... I'm going to give you my all...  I'm going to give you my all" the older I get the more sentimental I become...  and Facebook apparently knows how to play me...  like a fiddle...  or... Continue Reading →

the kitchen island

the kitchen island…  breakfast, after school snack, homework and supper all revolve around it and it has been privy to many a good discussion… the latest involved some deep insights from a 15 year old teenage boy…  he was telling his mother how he saw her… and it was hard for the kitchen island to... Continue Reading →

breakfast is a party 

the farmer has been coaching high school football for officially 15 years now...  he was recalling last night the first play book he wrote up...  it was early August, I was pregnant and driving home from a visit to my brother in Lethbridge... he took a pen out and started dreaming up offensive schemes...  he... Continue Reading →

honestly, I love you

I recently let the farmer down...  18 Valentines into our relationship and I am still wounding and disappointing him... finding myself in a situation where all I want from the person I love most in this whole world is for them to forgive me...  and believe in me... and know I'll do better next time...... Continue Reading →

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