The air smells of pumpkin spice and fermenting leaves. It’s mid-October, and today is our Canadian Thanksgiving. I’m cooking bacon-wrapped chicken, the kind coated
It had been the end of a difficult stretch. Not of days or weeks – but months. Sick parents and strained bank accounts left
In my lifetime, I have been more often the recipient of hospitality than the one inviting others into my home. Or, maybe that’s not
In Full Bloom Something amazing, miraculous and beautiful happens when we find the freedom to be our truest selves in the world. It’s as
AfternooninColorado. The sun leans toward me as I drive along the edge of the prairie, just before it collides into mountains. Music streams from
It’s so much easier to be a good mother when your kids are sleeping. I walked into my sons’ room, to their bunk-beds piled
I never really considered myself ‘the brave one’. Loud, sure. Spontaneous, at times. Joyful, usually. But brave — not so much. Then I asked
The boys are asleep, ages two and four, tucked in their bunk beds with their bunny and bear. It’s the after-hours, filled with dark
“Dig deep, and you’ll find something for you,” my mother said as she gently set an enormous bag of baby clothes on my hospital
“You have an unlimited budget for lingerie,” my husband told me as I headed out for a much overdue shopping trip. I jokingly told