What Makes Me So Special? When you experience a traumatic loss like the one we did, everyone tells you to expect people to say...
Parking Spot Christianity I’m thinking about “parking spot” Christianity. What I mean by this is people who think that God has answered...
Broken Things I couldn’t sleep on Christmas Eve and I spent the night planning an imaginary pottery studio in the basement...
18 Days After the EVANt Periodic Reflections on Grief and Loss Holy Sonnets: Death, be not proudBY JOHN DONNEDeath, be not proud, though some...
My Ode to Keys It slides in, and you wiggle it gently. There’s a soft pressure differential where you can feel a slight...
A Promise in There Somewhere Dec 14, 2017. My foster son had his first sleepover with his biological family last night. The mixed emotions that came...
Here We Go Again For almost five years, I felt stuck. Like I was waiting at a train station, or maybe an airport. My waiting lasted from June...
Book Review: Lullabies for Little Criminals Lullabies for Little Criminals by Heather O’Neill, 2006, is a portrait of childhood on the streets. And yes, it made me...
That Christmas We Grieved Two and a half years ago, the unthinkable happened. My friend, a beautiful young mom of two, went missing....
Monday Morning After Penned on Nov 25, the morning after our last Sunday at Harvest City Church (HCC) The din has been...
On Leaving Vancouver Professional Development Day strikes fear into many the heart of a Science World employee. It brings screaming toddlers plus...
Aiming High What do you do when you set goals, make plans, and then get side-swiped by life? When your...
I Am From I am from oval oak table from jello pudding cakes and coca-cola I am from white bungalow on brown...
Mamils and Bitters Cycling is the New Golf A Mamil is a strange creature. It stalks the world in multi-coloured Lycra, flummoxing...
Why Curious? Curiosity is necessary for resilience. Resilience is necessary for survival. Broad statements, I know. All three of my boys...
How to deal with loss? Loss is always just hiding under the surface, brimming at the edge of our consciousness or hiding at the...