I have always considered myself, well… liberal. I think all men and women are created equal … no matter what they look like, who they pray to, and who they love. It’s a big part of who I am and it’s a big part of how I identify myself. I get upset when people think […]


If you ask my mother, she can tell you only one true thing about my first day of Kindergarten. She vividly remembers walking down the hallway to my classroom with my hand in hers and with each step, my grip on her hand grew tighter. I didn’t speak, I just squeezed tighter. I’ve always been […]

There Must Be More Than This Provincial Life…

I’m not sure if started when I sat “holding space” with my grandmother, or maybe before, but lately I’ve been noticing things that have escaped my attention in the past. When I wash my face, I can feel the dips and creases of the bones beneath my sin. I can feel the roughened edges of […]

The Dying of the Light

For as long as I can remember, I have collected stories. I suppose it’s part of what makes me, well… me. I collect the bits and pieces of other people’s lives and I store them in my heart and I take them out and examine them piece by piece as though they were gifts; because […]

Fa la la la … zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

One thing you should know about me is that I’m not a night owl. I’m an early to bed, early to rise kind of gal… which either makes me smart or lame depending on who you ask. (Parents say smart, others say lame). But last night, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t […]

Train Station Friend

I think a lot about the things that I’ve given up; the friendships that have slid away, the career choices that fell behind, the romances that didn’t last. Something about the weather turning colder seems to rewind time and play the memories up against the backs of my eye lids… first kisses, first heartbreak, first […]

Letting Go

I didn’t sleep well last night, and as anyone who suffers through anxiety knows, sleeplessness makes it worse. So when I woke up this morning to thunderstorms and tornado watches, I have to admit the thought occurred to me to stay home with J safely tucked beneath my wing, riding out the storm together in […]

The Rarest of Birds

I still remember hearing the news, that Jack Donaldson had died in a strange and terrifying accident on a rainy September night. I didn’t know Jack. I didn’t know his mother Anna. And yet, when I heard the news, I felt compelled to fall to my knees and pray like I’d never prayed before for […]

Never Underestimate the Importance of Mascara

I have a confession to make… If I don’t wear mascara, I look like a rabid albino monkey. There. I said it. ::breathes sigh of relief:: I mean, I hate that it’s true. I hate that having reddish blonde eye lashes means my eyes sort of sink back into my head without artificial accents, but […]

The Truth Can Hurt

When I first started this blog, J was just shy of five months old. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have verbalized thoughts and emotions. He didn’t know or care what I wrote here about him and about our lives together. On Friday, my little five month old turned five years old. Five. A whole hand. […]

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  • I'm a divorced, single mom to a pre-schooler, a full-time attorney, and a semi-reluctant vegetarian. I work hard and when given the chance, I play hard... but I'm almost never given the chance.

    It's possible that I never outgrew 7th grade mentality, as I still laugh when anyone says anything that can be remotely construed as sexual. Let's face it, if you're not down with "That's what s/he said" at the end of almost any sentence, we're probably not going to get along all that well.

    I drink more than I should, I run more than I should, and I laugh as much as I can. So I'm pretty much winning at life.

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