When I got home from work one day last week, four-year-old Maddie tugged on my arm. “Mom, come watch me – I know how to pump on the swing!” Beaming my approval, I followed her to the swing set. She hopped on the swing and started moving her legs – back and forth, back...

Why don't you go on over and welcome a new blogger to blogland. I'll give you a few hints:- she's cute- she loves soccer and running mini-marathons- she's always been a deep thinker beyond her young years- she made me a Mommy(Note: if you're a creep and you have no...

That's right, I'm in Cahoots. Remember when I fussed and fumed about the fact that there are very few good magazines out there and I thought I'd have to start my own to satisfy my high standards? And remember when I said that two smart women in Saskatchewan read my...

I ride through a pedestrian/bike tunnel every day on my way to and from work. There is almost always graffiti in the tunnel. It seems to be a favourite place for graffiti-painting teenagers with time on their hands. It’s out of the way and can’t be seen from the...

I thought I had something interesting to post, but then I wandered over and read Accidental Poet's series of posts about something incredible that happened 7 years ago, and I realized anything I might want to post about tonight would be trivial and boring in...

After at least a million tries, Blogger is FINALLY letting me post the photo of Nikki nearing the finish line at the marathon. That's her in the red circle, looking like she's got some kind of strange protective shield. Maybe she did - it's called her Momma's love....

The alarm woke me at six o’clock. I lay there with my eyes still closed, listening to the morning news. I was still in that semi-conscious zone between sleep and wakefulness when I felt the tap on my arm. It was ten-year-old Nikki – she was up and ready. It was race...

It's Father's Day, and my man is busy making pasta salad for his OWN Father's Day barbecue. Is it any wonder why I love this guy?Happy Father's Day to a man who brings honour to the name "Dad". A man who is fully present for his children. A man who teaches his...

Trust me, THIS is not something you want to see parked in front of your house when you arrive home in the afternoon. I was leaving the local grocery store when a lady pointed to my street and said "about 5 fire trucks just turned down that street and there's a big...

Julie turns nine today. And I am feeling nostalgic...Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl.