High School


As I drag myself out of the woods

As I drag myself out of the woods

The story of my experience, my state of mind and state of heart, as we end our homeschool journey during a global pandemic in a time of heightened awareness of racial injustice.

A different kind of spring ~ the end of a journey

A different kind of spring ~ the end of a journey

Since moving to Montreal spring has been a season of running the gauntlet of theatre productions and driving. I exited every spring emotionally and physically exhausted and depleted. Not this spring.

And then we went home (week six)

And then we went home (week six)

Nova Scotia offered space, fresh air and forest; and unprecedented opportunity to be together as a a family. But Montreal is home and it's time for us to return.

Getting extra stuff done (or not) in confinement (week two)

Getting extra stuff done (or not) in confinement (week two)

Without our usual out of the house appointments and activities "it feels" like there is more time in our days. Except for a few online gatherings, my calendar is empty, which gives a sense of expansiveness.

Own it. Like a mother.

Own it. Like a mother.

It seems I've lost my confidence in my myself as my kids have grown older. A confidence I need to re-discover as I leave the nest, post-homeschooling.

Auntie Anxiety and her two am homeschool doubts

Auntie Anxiety and her two am homeschool doubts

Let's call her Aunty Anxiety. And I've come to see that her intentions are good, even if I have to squint real hard to see it.

Wrapping things up

Wrapping things up

On these late summer days, as blackening red drupes weigh down the chokecherry boughs and the pears hang like pendants on the neighbor's tree, everything ripening and suspended, it feels like a holding year. Waiting for next thing to start, but knowing we won't get there till we finish this first.