Young Adulthood


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.

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.

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.

The point of processing

The point of processing

Two big things are happening in life right now, the kids are leaving childhood and I'm actively preparing to launch a second career. And my writing has been a tool to process both of those changes, to chart the landscape at the unknown edges of my map.

A late summer rain

A late summer rain

They'll choose, and are choosing, their own path as adults. But we chose their childhoods, in the same way every parent does.