Family Life & Kids


A summer of resiliency and why I'm still a Christian

A summer of resiliency and why I'm still a Christian

As pandemic spring bleeds into pandemic summer I'm digging deep into my spiritual and emotional reserves, into the knowing I've developed through years of living - that we're going to get through this. It's going to be messy, we're going feel crappy about a lot of things, but we will get through.

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.

When family is everything (week one)

When family is everything (week one)

There's nothing we can do in this crisis but hunker down, distance ourselves, and take care of each other, and that's what we're doing. And I'm enjoying this time together. Am I allowed to say that?

At the beginning of March

At the beginning of March

How is it that I'm still writing about these kids?

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.

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.