It already feels like a month ago that we were savouring the last day in Michigan with old friends and strawberry cream pie. Crossing time zones lengthens time (and deepens wrinkles).
The next morning we hustled while our kids played hard with their neighbour friends, (more…)
When I was fifteen years old and still living in Ontario, my parents would not let me go to a boarding school in Michigan that I oh-so-much wanted to attend. I begged and pleaded and presented all of the convincing reasons (they knew, of course, that it was mostly about a boy), (more…)
Robert went to Spain in May for ten days to see if we could get our kids into an Adventist Christian school. Because it’s subsidized by the Spanish government, we couldn’t just pay tuition and enroll them.
This is what we did: (more…)
I woke up and it felt like race day: your heart beats faster, you lose your appetite, you leap out of bed. Only twelve days until we leave for a twelve month adventure in Spain. Our list in Google Docs is four pages long (11-pt. font).
These are the things I’m excited about: the beach (more…)
I am excited to be reading in Listen To Your Mother again this spring! It’s a wonderful show designed “to take the audience on a well-crafted journey that celebrates and validates mothering through giving voice to motherhood–in all of its complexity, diversity, and humor.”
After spending too much time putting together my piece for last year’s show, (more…)
Oak limbs and blue sky reflected in my spoon. Thousands of spring peepers were chorusing down by the bog lake. It was summer in spring; I could have kissed the mosquitoes that were biting my ankles. Next to me on a plate was a cinnamon bun, and I was alone and on a personal retreat. Just me and a warm meal outside.
I hiked down the hill to say goodnight to the peepers, watching the sandhill crane unfold its wings in an aggressive gesture (more…)
He came home from work with a blue paper plate of chocolate chip cookies. The kids greeted Daddy with a hug and their eyes got big as they took in the dessert. We would save it in the cupboard until suppertime.
I returned to washing dishes and the kids returned to playing legos in their room. My belly kept bumping against the edge of the sink, thirty-nine and a half weeks pregnant as I was. Rinsing the dishes, my mind hearkened to the blue plate in the cabinet (more…)
Bright red whirling around my kitchen. She’s playing the air guitar. Her mouth is twisted to one side in her best imitation of a rock star.
Her daddy and I are smiling. She’s trying so hard, gaining energy as she notices us looking at her. He winks at me, “She must be needing some attention.” (more…)
It’s the end of a long day and I’m 36 weeks pregnant. The thought of cool sheets on my round belly sounds sublime.
But one last thing: flick the light on in the hallway, tiptoe over to bunk beds.
Heave myself gently over the side rail that keeps my two-year-old from rolling onto the floor. He is a little jelly bean in the center of a vast bed, (more…)
It started at the end of April, making papier mâché volcanoes and an erupting birthday mountain for my Sweetpea. Then I volunteered to do a presentation on freezer cooking at church. Following that my parents-in-law came to stay for a week and I organized a scavenger hunt for a group of girlfriends. Oh, and did I mention that I got pregnant? (more…)