Sweet Sixteen

She would have been sixteen today. I have her birthday marked on our calendar. We mark the occasion every year. Not with a birthday cake though. With white daisies. Janna Hope was only 3 weeks old when the abnormalities of her little heart were too much for her little body to bear. In the years …

What to do with men behaving badly

In a survey of 451 women in November of 2017: 50% of women say they have experienced sexual harassment as defined by Canada’s labour code: “any conduct, comment, gesture, or contact of a sexual nature that is likely to cause offence or humiliation to any employee; or that might, on reasonable grounds, be perceived by that …

This is Us. The wedding picture of the happy couple from another angle on blog about "Composting Heartbreak" showing the shade the children provided.

Composting Heartbreak

Husband and I were part of an article this week in the Globe And Mail: How Soon is Too Soon?  Zosia Bielski, a writer from the Globe, contacted me after reading about The Widower’s Club, and Visiting My Husband’s Wife’s Grave on the blog.  She wanted to write about finding love after loss of a spouse …

New Book: My Marriage is Almost Dead…

I heard a story about some acquaintances  a few days ago…the couple had been married for several years.  The wife was unhappy, but she hated confrontation.  She didn’t want to say anything that would hurt her husband. She didn’t want to be the source that created long and difficult conversations. So she said nothing. The situation …

Walking me home

Three years ago, on the September long weekend, I left my Junior Tribe Member at the West Coast. I’ve written before about how I had dreaded the beginning of university for my youngest JTM. It might be irrational, but I felt that after a decade of being a single mom, I was feeling like I was …

Word Inspiration

I love words. My 15 year old self would not believe my current love of words to be real. I knew how to get a near perfect math mark because equations just worked.  English was frustrating to me because of its subjectivity…how does one write a perfect essay? Words annoyed me in ways numbers didn’t. …