In many parts of Canada, cottage is a verb as well as a noun. We are a country of cottagers. We go cottaging. (I mean, there are a lot of people who camp too. But I'm sure we can all agree that people who choose to sleep on the ground and pee in the bushes …
Continue reading Go towards the waves
I have a confession to make: Up until I was 34 years old and met the man who would later become my husband, I spent the entirety of my life not wanting children. It's not that I didn't like kids or lacked maternal tendencies. They just didn't factor into the grand plan for my life. …
Continue reading 5 Perks of Being an “Older” Mom
I've lived in the cocoon of privilege all my life. And, like many others, I've been quite blind to it. With all the opportunities that I have had - whether worked for or simply granted - it has never once crossed my mind that the colour of my skin had anything to do with them. …
Continue reading An Open Letter to the World
It's been a rough couple of days here for this introvert. I now understand why some species eat their own young. The mornings have been super-charged with little kid energy. I've tried to steal moments to connect with friends on the phone, or to catch up on the barrage of work emails, but the antics …
Continue reading Grace in the Chaos
That was the question my son posed to me last night at bedtime. He's 4 years old. Maybe I'm just speaking for myself here, but I think it's easy to forget that our kids might be picking up on some different vibes these days. Routines, as our kids knew them, have been obliterated. In their …
Continue reading Is the world sick, Mummy?
