Alberta


For the pain that can't be borne

For the pain that can't be borne

I can't guarantee their safety, success, or well-being. I can't guarantee my own. This is the deep aching vulnerability of being human.

The loopy trail that is our lives (The mountains are calling)

The loopy trail that is our lives (The mountains are calling)

If I had known, in my early twenties that I was a mountain girl I would have never moved east. I would have gone west.

Softer, older, rounder (The mountains are calling)

Softer, older, rounder (The mountains are calling)

I associated the mountains with summer vacation. It wasn't a place you lived, despite the obvious evidence of locals, it was a place you visited.

Moving to the margins

Moving to the margins

I grew up in the happy bubble of secure ignorance. This is not a bad thing for a child to experience. In fact I think it's one of the most developmentally supportive conditions, for childhood. But eventually you have to grow up and become aware of your own privilege.

Where is the margin?

Where is the margin?

Somehow in the story telling, in the life living, we forgot that we were outsiders once. Every single one of us.

Moving, Mid-life and the Motherland: an interview with my mom

Moving, Mid-life and the Motherland: an interview with my mom

We are who we are because of where we come from, and who we come from, and of course all the experiences that, not only change us, but actually create us, along the way.

A childhood of belonging

A childhood of belonging

Faith for me has always been wrapped up, like a ball of yarn, with family and church. Family, God, and church; I was raised in the rich soil of all three. But that doesn't mean I understood the full measure and message of the gospel of Christ. I probably still don't.