A letter to my son on his 12th birthday.
Everything works until it doesn’t.
Art soothes and makes things better.
I’m talking too quickly in my rush to get the angry words out. My finger is jabbing the air toward…
Friday, Kale turned 8. Normally I am really good about posting these annual letters to him on the right day (and I’m…
Two stories about perfectionism and anxiety and how we manage.
Here’s a run down of what goes into my kid’s lunches.
Ask away, kids. But please accept the answer.
The annual dispatch to my son on his birthday. Today, Kale turns seven.
A photo round up of our inaugural paddle around Burnaby Lake.
A Poem: summer is here, so are the lice, I’m keeping busy, pass the wine.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!