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Category Archives: Motherhood
So, I keep seeing people sharing this petition and other alarmist articles related to the new Ontario Sexual Education curriculum, which is to be rolled out this September. It’s making me twitchy. Rather than getting into multiple discussions and arguments with various people in various places, I figured I’d try to articulate my thoughts
A mama friend posted this on facebook last night:
I was immediately brought back to that place of frustration and desperation, walking the floor with my own wee boys. Her positivity and determination to dance through the difficulty inspired me.
This morning in church, we sang this song, which also happened to be one of the ones she posted following that initial
On Sunday I had breakfast with our fam at the most glorious discovery of a restaurant/bookshop ever (more on that later) and picked up this lovely little gem of a book that is one of those delicious reads – you know, one in which almost every paragraph you can (and should) stop and suck on for awhile. And then I read this and both talked about how art is something
Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet Ez.
Right now Ezra loves trains. He loves to roar at people. He loves to throw sand in the air and watch it settle.
He’s obsessed with having to identify noises – airplanes, vacuums, lawnmowers.
He loves to say hello to EVERYONE he sees.
He gives the most snuggly hugs and says the most heart-warming
The snow is falling all big beautiful flakes, dusting the house tops.
I’m sitting in my favourite arm chair, candles lit on the table in front of me, looking out the window past the Christmas tree at the flakes swirling. Haydon is at school, Ezra is sleeping upstairs.
It looks and sounds peaceful.
But it’s not how I feel.
I haven’t written