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Sharing our HOMES and our HEARTS
As published in Senior Living Magazine, February 2013 When I first told others we were all moving in together, the most common refrain was “It might work for you, but there is no way I could live with my mom.” And while I understood others’ reluctance, it was a dream to raise our three small […]
Finding True NORTH
What if instead of raising children, we raised them UP – to the light, to stand up and face forward What if instead of feeling honoured to have them, we felt honoured that they chose us What if we considered them a gift and a privilege and took our place in line, humbled by their […]
What I LEARNED & RECONFIRMED in 2011
Upon reflection, here is what 2011 taught me and what I know to be true: ♥ That a sense of order and peace really can reside on the inside regardless of what’s happening on the outside ♥ That adversity is a gift and that although we can’t always see it at the time, if we really look […]
Following Your Heart
That news is forever etched in my mind, no that one is stitched in – the moment when we found out we were going to have twins; our tiny family of three was quickly going to grow to five. In one of those quiet moments following the news (it was a long moment – we […]
There Are No Strangers Here, Only Friends You Haven’t Met
This famous quote, which belongs to William Butler Yeats, the Irish poet, came to mind the other day while I was at the post office, standing in line. My local postal outlet is in a pharmacy, and I am often there, sending packages, photocopying, or buying stamps. As usual, there was a line of customers […]
