Going

Going

10/3/97) KYTYK _ Annie, 88 years. Grandmother, mother, sister, wise woman. Born Annie Peidwerbeski near Borden, Saskatchewan a lifetime ago, she grew up poor on the prairies. The eldest of many children, Annie left school at an early age to support her family and...
Blooming

Blooming

Up early again this morning, early as in never slept early; it’s 3:11 a.m. I tap the nanny cam app on my phone and watch as she sleeps, as always, snoring slightly. Unstoppable, inevitable, ancient and always. The wheel is turning, whether I want it to or not....
The Truth at Seventeen

The Truth at Seventeen

The thrift store find last month: six vintage Seventeen Magazines from 1974. Right now, they are eating up a substantial chunk of desk space, large format, full colour editorial and advertisements; timeless teen content that predates the internet by a generation. The...
To the Single Mom at Christmas

To the Single Mom at Christmas

You are enough. You have enough. You do enough. This can feel like the ultimate Noah’s Arc time – two by two couples march through the season, decking the halls and checking lists twice, conspiring over boozy eggnog for the perfect gifts for their kids. It’s a...
A Walk in the Park

A Walk in the Park

This morning was one of those glorious fall mornings: beautiful full frame sunrise, crisp clean air, the changing landscape of an ever kinetic autumn. (Today’s trees won’t look the same tomorrow). In short, it was a day that shouted, “let’s get going people.” And yet...