Living Creatively, Living the Dream
Because life wasn’t busy enough…I decided to sell my house. You know, the one I love. With the amazing neighbours on Caring Court! The one I thought I’d live in forever…or at least until I was dragged to a nursing Continue reading For sale…
It was the graduation cards that finally sent me over the edge. As I stood in the store reading one sentiment after the next…trying to find the words that described how I felt about The Tall Blonde as we’re heading Continue reading For fear I’ll burst…
“So, you’re the author” and “What’s your book about” I heard repeatedly throughout the day on Saturday. I was attending the East Coast Momma Collective’s Spring Fair at St. Mary’s Boat Club. A gathering of Mompreneur’s who were all in Continue reading East Coast Momma Collective…awesome moms…
With Mother’s Day just around the corner, I’m left once again wondering what to get…to show my mom just how much I love her. And really…there’s nothing. Aside from wrapping the moon in a large blue bow, finding the perfect Continue reading East Coast Momma Collective Spring Fair!
The other night, a friend commented about what a great mom I am…how wonderful my kids are…how she loves reading the stories about them…about their successes and achievements. She asked how I did it…what my “trick” was. Well, here’s the Continue reading My kids are perfect…sort of…not really…ish?
Last night, sitting around with a couple of girlfriends…we chit chatted about the year ahead, our expectations and what we’re working towards. My friend, Spray (a name she received from a single hilarious moment involving a spray bottle), spoke quite Continue reading Being present…
Quite unexpectedly I became a mother. And when I say unexpectedly, I’d a few months to get ready and was all too aware of the circumstances that found me shocked by my protruding and constantly moving belly…but I was younger than most. Continue reading Reflections on becoming a mom…
When kids are young, let’s face it…Mother’s Day is for them. They’re making crafts and cards at daycare and school. They’re all too thrilled to give you their painted hand print with the poem about dirty fingerprints left on the walls. They present you with Continue reading Ma…