Tag: writing

  • Wednesday’s warrior

    Wednesday’s warrior

    They say that laughter is the best medicine, and it has this doc’s seal of approval. I began another day fatigued, but felt my spirits and energy levels rise when I got into the shower this morning. My conversation with the three year old went like this, “Get in the shower my little flower” To…

  • The tree

    The tree

    Time passes Rapid as the sea Rushing toward An old weathered tree When I look at its branches They don’t look like much Gnarled and twisted They lack a soft touch But while they may be rough And challenged by life I envy their simplicity As sharp as a knife Standing against the elements Proud…

  • Tech and the cave girl

    Tech and the cave girl

    Another week, another day of work. Monday’s are always a rush to get everyone out of the house. Feed, water, dress the kids. Hope that their hair is vaguely presentable, with minimal dreads. Fast-forward through the morning and work, staff meeting, then a stolen lunch hour with my true love. And then time paused. Now,…

  • Moments

    Moments

    Today, I’m in my happy bubble. A lovely breakfast out with my little man and an old friend from my twenties, conversation and reminiscing, with a side of little boy snuggles. He helped me shop for groceries, putting shiny and colourful object after object into the cart, which I carefully removed when he wasn’t watching.…

  • May the 4th

    May the 4th

    May the fourth be with you. I said it a few times today, always with a wink or a smile. Some people didn’t get it, while most people my era or younger did. It made me consider the seasons of life for some strange reason. Like the tide rolling out and back in, Star Wars…

  • Through a child’s eyes

    Through a child’s eyes

    Sometimes I like to sit quietly, And observe my children as they play They create such fabulous adventures together, Worlds like ours and yet Somehow, Their very own. Like mommy- Sam, daddy- Alex, Matt- baby. Or making “soup” in a sand bucket, While feeding the cats. They learn to use their imaginations And oh, The…

  • What if’s

    What if’s

    Sometimes the most unlikely roads create the most lasting memories. So many times I’ve made decisions that have changed the course of my life. The moment I decided I’d go to university, as the only path to a future. Now, I look at eighteen year olds and wonder. Watching them take a gap year, working…

  • Life in review

    Life in review

    I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve, as far back as I can remember. A little too loud, too honest. A cognitive filter with holes that are a little too large, allowing stray thoughts to skip through At inopportune times. With skin that shows every emotion, blushing with inner turmoil so easily that I’m…

  • Grey day, watercolour memories

    Grey day, watercolour memories

    Another weekend- and month- have almost gone. Today decided to be more March in weather than yesterday’s July, which was a temporary step back in my mood, as well. But we carried on, through the rain and freezing drizzle as we drove to the mountains for another watersliding adventure. Without even a tantrum all day,…

  • Comicon

    Comicon

    I took my five and six year olds to Comicon today. I wasn’t sure what I was getting myself into, but I’d already bought tickets months ago. When our regular sitter couldn’t come (due to our negligence in asking until the last minute) my husband gracefully bowed out, encouraging me to take the kids instead.…