We don't have to hide scars. Article on losing children by Conexus Counselling

Beautiful Golden Scars

Today is the day I go to the cemetery to sing a lullaby to my sons. I write every year to honour their memory. These little ones who I anticipated with such longing and joy. These little ones whose death shattered me when they died. This comes after a birthday party where Husband and a few …

Returning me to myself

It was my birthday last week. And Husband knows me: I like to anticipate goodness more than by surprised by it I prefer much smaller groups over large crowds He hosted a birthday gathering for me with some of my favourite people. They told me that I positively beamed while they sang Happy Birthday to …

On the anniversary: A letter to myself on my wedding day all those years ago. It's not gonna work out, but you will be okay.

To my younger to-be-divorced-one-day-self on your wedding day

Dear Carolyn-bride, You didn’t know me all those years ago at 22—but you would have known I would be coming one day. I’ve been thinking a lot about you. This is a momentous anniversary of something now gone, and so I’ve been thinking about you more than usual in the last couple of days. Today …

Necessary losses

We know, as parents, from the moment we give birth to a child, that this precious being is only entrusted to us for a time. I knew one day that my child would leave.  I knew that in my head…but didn’t ever think about facing the reality with my heart. We raise our children with …

Life Lessons from Hot Yoga

I’m trying hot yoga these days. It was a Groupon, and when it popped into my inbox on a very cold early winter day, it seemed like it was a good idea. Notice the past tense. Hot yoga is hard. Oh, it’s hot, all right. On days when it seems minus a bazillion degrees with …

Lessons from a Bathtub Drain

I took a shower today, and with immense satisfaction noted that immediately after I turned the water off, the tub was glisteningly empty. Normally, that’s not something that most people take great pride in. But I have reason to be proud. I have long hair. (These next couple of paragraphs may not be for the …

So Low that Down is Up

In an odd sort of way, this day I look forward to annually…December 21st.  I’ve blogged about it before…here in 2008, here in 2009, here in 2010, and here in 2011. It’s the day that is the symbol for me of relief…when something has reached it’s extreme and after that it can only get better Because …