When my hands first connected with my partner's face, back when we were just kids really, my world, previously encrusted with cynicism and boredom, suddenly jolted to life. Paddles were placed on my chest and my heart kicked back into rhythm... we morphed into something new. When our first child came into our world, she brought with her a unique…
Our homeschooling pace is set to the beat of whichever drum we choose to beat from day-to-day. Life is varying and unpredictable. There are appointments, and gatherings, museum trips, and nature adventures to fit in. It seems that anytime I sketch out a cute little schedule and hold a family meeting to roll out the new routine, it just never…
once dry, they will last for a number of months, colour and all
It's so easy to feel useless when it comes to creating political change. We live in an area where my vote will most certainly be lost among a list of blue voters, and although I know our candidate, personally, and know that he's a lovely chap, I simply don't care for his boss. It would be easy to give into…
You were made for hand-holding and for adventuring, for oat pancake stacks and trips to the stars You were made for questioning, for queries both elementary and abstract You were made for laughter and for sorrow You were made for joie de vivre
I'm reminded that we don't need anything except time. Time to read, time to play, time to blend a simple life with learning, the way we do all the days of the year.
We returned last week from a small adventure in Montreal, and before I had a chance to tell that story here, we had been gifted this lovely weekend away. Of course, we said yes! So we quickly washed and repacked our laundry for four glorious days together in the quaintest little cottage you ever did see. The beach was so deep…
There's something about a weekend spent at home with the right combination of productivity, communication, and relation that always warrants a good weekend badge, and this past one earned it.
It’s late.Our home is quiet except for the whir of the ceiling fan, keeping me cool. My toddler is snuggled against me. He wants to play Uno the way his big sister and brother do, so we pass the cards to each other, again and again, for what seems like an hour. I’d love to go to sleep, but it doesn’t look…
it's easy to think that life amongst tiny squares is all beauty and peace...