Oh to be needed....

Once upon a time, I had time for myself.  Now, my toe nails need some love.  My hair is neglected.  I can’t take a shower without an audience. Proof that somebody needs me....more

Will You Remember?

Will you remember April 2014, my dearest Evie? My dearest Ellie, Nathan, and Jonah? Will you remember dozing in the swing and on my chest and in my arms--and my snitched kisses to your soft cheeks and neck?...more

The Loss of the Life I Had Planned

We are now entering the third year of Brenna's life, and it seems very surreal to me. Every memory of the years since she arrived are some of my most vivid but yet almost part of a blur too - a blur of emotions, adjustments and just trying to find my way. And relying heavily on God and others....more

Pushed to My Limits

I write short stories  on ReadWave. After four of my stories were featured on  a parenting theme page, the editor asked me if I could write about moments when mothering pushed me to my limits,...more

Saying Yes to the Unexpected

Moments after giving birth to my first child, still in the delivery room, I forgot my exhaustion and pain the moment I held my newborn. A surge of motherly love rose up in my heart combined with a sense of awe at the miracle of creation as I examined tiny, perfectly formed fingers and toes....more

A weekend alone, and other Gifts from the Sea

Roscoe, 3 years old...more

5 Things My Mother Told Me

My mother is a person who doesn't say much. In fact, she’s quite introverted – like me. She’s also not very expressive. At least she never used to be, but that was before she had grandchildren. Now it’s hugs and kisses all around....more

Don't move. I'll be right back.

A tragedy happened last night. I'm sure that the twitter and Facebook users in my neck of the woods have been all over it, but since I don't do either, I'll have to blog about it.A child was knocked down by a moving vehicle when he ran into the road. He initially suffered a broken arm, but later succumbed to his injuries, so his family is now in mourning.His mother said that she went to the corner shop and told the child not to move. The yard where she lives is unfenced and is on a main road. The child was two years old....more

Living a One-Armed Life

I did not lose an arm. I kinda lost an arm. It's holding a baby and has left me with one arm available to complete every task, alone. I joked with my husband when I had my son about my one armed life. Oh, the things I could with just one arm. My son liked me, no, loved the bejeezus out of me. I was his pacifier. He wanted to be held and rocked and bounced until I couldn't do it anymore, but I still continued to do it because he needed it. ...more
I am almost ashamed to admit how often I wear my little girl (even at 6 months) so that I can ...more

Why I Blog, To Celebrate the Simple Every Day, One Story At A Time

After my daughter Zoe was diagnosed, I would find myself in the middle of the night at my bookcase searching for the right book. I had filled more than two shelves, overflowing with books about understanding the special needs child. Books about epilepsy, sensory disorders, inclusive education, cognitive issues, and in a way.. all of these books were helpful. Reading all of these books taught me to parent with more confidence....more