Last week, Beangirl went to camp with her class. The Spouse dropped her off at school on Monday morning, then she climbed on the big […]
The end of the Record jostles all sorts of things, smallest of which is my own blogging schedule. The Messy Table has been a […]
Sometimes it is the stories that don’t quite fit. The off-balance ones and those that sit in-between. They catch our eye and hold our attention. […]
There is something about sitting by the water. It’s timeless and moving. Renewing and still. The paradox settles well with us. We’re creatures of water. […]
I often turn to the ArtWay website when I’m looking for something new, but this week, I found a poem there that made the familiar worth […]
It’s a quiet day around here. So much quieter than it’s been in a while. Plum started nursery last week so this is my […]
September started as always around here with cake and it will end, all being well, with dragon bread. Today was the first day of school, and […]
Plum will be starting nursery at the end of next week. At the beginning of the summer, we received a welcome package from the […]
This is how Canadians face down death, with shiny pants and dancing. #TheHip — Stacy King (@stacyking) August 21, 2016 On Saturday night, we stayed […]
When I sat down this morning, I planned to write about the Toronto Public Library, but sunshine got in the way. It’s been one of […]
“Why read The Wind in the Willows when you can be Ratty or Mole?” Kathleen Winter My house is cluttered with books, and all […]
Funny how long you can stare at something and then suddenly see something new.
Another weekend spent camping, so it is another Monday with the back yard full of drying gear and laundry on the line. This time, we were camping a little closer to home, and not far from the sea.
Last week at the school, one of the other mothers caught my eye. It was just before the gates opened and the parents crowded into the playground to pick up their kids at the end of the school day.
This morning is about post-camping messiness. My house smells like wood smoke, there are raincoats hanging in the shower and a mountain of laundry stared […]
When couples have been married for a while, it’s inevitable you start sharing each other’s stories. This time, I’ll let step back the Spouse […]
We celebrated our wedding anniversary last week. Fourteen years. So, I gave the Spouse a box of magnets. It was just a jumbled collection of […]
And suddenly, he is drawing. Last week, Plum drew a picture of his Daddy, complete with beard. This week, ladybugs, leaves, aliens with eyebrows and […]
After Orlando and every hurt. After every attack and senseless death. After our shock and into our mourning, we reach for God.
There is a wasp who won’t leave my office. It’s been buzzing against the inside of the window for quite a while. A good half […]