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As the snow begins to melt and the sun begins to shine several thoughts run across my mind. One is the inevitable ten pounds from winter hibernation and begin to focus on all of the things I hate about me. I am guilty about making jokes about my muffin-tops, dingle dangles, and wobbly bites all of the things I wish I could airbrush away.  Read more >

The first heavy snow fall always reminds me of my father. It was his belief the first snow was one that would determine the winter for cross-country skiing. He dreamed of the fresh powder which allowed you to glide with ease across the open trails in the winter time. After a really good storm we would tie our skies to back of the car and drive off to the ski club. At that age I didn’t appreciate the beauty, the silence, or the fresh scent of pine cones along the trail. My poor father would hear the lamenting of a ten-year old complaining of cold feet and ice-cold cheeks.  Read more >

As I toiled in the laundry room chained to the dryer attempting to match the pile of socks that were growing by the minute. My littlest came running down the stairs in tears. His heart once again broken someone had smashed his newest Lego creation to pieces. I held him tight and told him it would be okay. It is with that I stopped what I was doing held his hand and we walked up the stairs to pick up the crumbling pieces on the floor. I looked at him with a smile, "Lets try to rebuild it!" He gave me a sad look, "I can't! It took me hours!"" "Well! What was it that you made?"  Read more >

It's one of those times you try to stay busy as you flow about the kitchen avoiding politics, sex, and religion. You listen quietly attempting to make polite conversation. You make a simple joke and receive raised eyebrow. You open the cupboard and the Tupperware explodes out across the floor. The facade of the good housewife has been revealed and you get the burning look of disapproval. It's these looks that tell you that you were never quite suitable, never approved of, and never will be a member of their inclusive tribe.  Read more >

The breeze was cool as I walked my two little men to school. I was in disbelief that the summer was over and they were growing up before my very eyes. My oldest was going in grade four he ran ahead with excitement while my youngest entering grade two had straggled behind with trepidation.I balanced my stride in the middle between two the two attempting to look back and forward at the same time. I admired how tall they grown and how independent they had become over the summer. It was this morning my oldest helped cook the eggs and my youngest tied his sneakers with pride.  Read more >