When I get home from work every afternoon, Naveen shouts out from wherever he is in the house, “Mommy?!! Is that you?!!” And when I confirm that yes it is, he lets out a whoop, and in his loudest most joyful voice he lets Deaglan and Shaune know that I’m home....more

The loud and gentle voices

Last winter I gained something like 7 pounds. On my small, apple (not pear) shaped, child-birth-ravaged, could-actually-stand-to-lose-15-pounds frame, that’s a lot of extra weight. To be honest I was in complete denial (even though my skirts had been screaming Uncle every time I zipped them up) until a very truthful colleague at work pointed it out ....more

My spiritual guides

Last night when I told Deaglan it was time to turn his TV off, he lost his mind. He wasn’t tired, he insisted and besides his friends at school had been discussing this very thing earlier in the day and they all get to stay up later than him. I asked for specific examples ....more

Will you know my name?

I rarely struggle with my faith anymore. I feel certain that God is okay with my buffet approach to His Kingdom. I pick what I like from each religion I encounter and add it to my plate ....more

The promise of each new spring

We’re moving to a new house next week and every time I ask the kids how they’re feeling about it, Deaglan says the same thing: I can’t wait because Dad says we’re getting those diving rockets Shannon has at her house!...more

We laugh, we sigh, and we shake our heads

Dear Naveen,A few weeks ago on our way to Daycare, a ten minute drive after we drop Deaglan off, a motorcycle passed us. “Momma,” you said, “I wish I was a moto-cycle dwiver.” “Oh yeah?” I asked, “how come?”“Because they’re weally, weally cool.”Several hours later, that same day, on our way home, you told me that...more

Before the deep sadness

Last night I had a dream about Matthew. I was at a crowded bar when I bumped into him. My heart leapt ....more

Grade one math: a job aide

A few years ago if you asked me what the hardest part of motherhood was I’d answer without hesitation, “the lack of sleep.” These days I’d like to say I’d take no sleep over teaching a six-year old boy to read but that wouldn’t be completely true either; well, because nothing would be worse than having to teach a six-year old boy to read on no sleep. It’s likely not a very parenty thing to say, right? Grade one reading? ...more

The desperate needy one

Almost two months!I didn’t mean to stay away for so long. March got away from me and before I knew it, I was looking mid-April square in the eye. ...more

Often it's about getting out the door

This morning I was able to get Naveen to eat most of his scrambled eggs by promising he could wear his pajamas to the hockey rink. It was my third attempt at bribery. Candy and money were surprisingly ineffective ....more