Home Wife

Hooks and Dreams

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{title} Back at it! If I was parenting myself I would emphasize that fear of the unknown is no reason to step back.

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another day

What a strange day and sleepless night. I am tired from thinking about possibilities and pondering realities. I really had convinced myself about grad school, I made such a good case. I really sold it. It made sense and it was exciting and fun to have a challenge. But today I faced the music and looked at the true costs and even with a good scholarship (that has in no way been promised) I…

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Home Wife turned 12 today!

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What a pleasure it was to watch Alysa Liu perform! She was an inspiration because she took control of her life. What can we learn from this young Zen queen? Honour your passion, take an active part in your own life and participate with joy.

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The award came with a cash reward of thirty dollars, which I used to treat myself to a cheap perm at the hairdressers. It was the eighties!

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And 2026 begins with an essay on abortion. It is not an easy subject but it is one of those subjects that, precisely because it is so divisive, should be discussed in a civil, open manner. Just as if we are living in a civilized society with free speech and dependable governments.

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Just Like Mama

When I started menstruation my mom celebrated with me, she laughed and hugged me and said I was a woman now. She was just starting menopause. With her menopause came a huge life change. She felt like she could be a woman again, and not just a mother. Our nuclear family blew up like it had been hit by a bomb. Mom and I were close, I was a child with an easy temperament. She clung to me for support…

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Mama

My mom’s dying is so gradual that I feel like I am watching a tree return to the earth. She hardly moves now, and Parkinson’s is stealing her voice and her expressions, just as she feared. But if I sit beside her and look into her eyes I know what she is thinking.  Her eyes tell me all there is to know, in a place beyond words. Her hand might reach out to something I cannot see, and sometimes her…

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A visit with my loving, grateful and cheerful sister who has lived with schizophrenia since she was a young woman and has managed to win her battle with her crack addiction.

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A little library in a little village sees Change

This summer I took on a job that gave me no end of joy: running the Summer Reading Club at my local library. I created programs and crafted and played and read with children all the day long. I was surprised by the high numbers of participants in our program over the summer. I have lived near this village for twenty five years, and I have run programs at this library while bringing up my…

A little library in a little village sees Change

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The night will be spent staring at the wall, thinking. Turning over and looking at the other wall.

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How it feels to be working with kids in the local library!

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An Old Marriage

A scene is coming back to my mind unbidden. A couple I watched when I was walking by the Citadel in Halifax during a warm season. I was chatting with my youngest and enjoying a summer walk. I saw an older woman getting up from the grass while her husband watched. The grass was on a rise and she struggled to her knees. It was not a graceful moment and she worked hard to get off her bum, on to her…

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Lord, Lord, Mother Lord.

I have a whole new slew of slang that has risen up out of an unknown source. You might hear me sigh and say, ‘Lord, lord, Mother lord’ during a moment of chaos. Sometimes I just say ‘Mother’ and that is enough. This is my new go-to swear word that I use when I am feeling tested. For example, if I am frustrated with myself for gently but thoroughly emptying my cold tea into my purse as I try to…

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Home Wife

A poem from my old life I got strung out Like laundry whipped and tangled By a strong wind I got wrung out twisted and worn Like clothes in an old washer I was wiped out By a stinking kitchen cloth Smelling like mold I wanted to mellow out Like butter on a counter I needed to rest Like a roast right out of the oven I sat and steeped, like a good cup of tea My pen dunking into fresh…

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Home Wife

A poem from my old life I got strung out Like laundry whipped and tangled By a strong wind I got wrung out twisted and worn Like clothes in an old washer I was wiped out By a stinking kitchen cloth Smelling like mold I wanted to mellow out Like butter on a counter I needed to rest Like a roast right out of the oven I sat and steeped, like a good cup of tea My pen dunking into fresh…

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Musings on mothering from the empty nest, what is life is it is not love?