Tag Archives: Feelings

Nova Scotia Honest

Nova Scotia Honest

In the days since Canada’s worst mass shooting here in my home province, the correlation to our people as being resilient and stoic alike to the Peggy’s Cove lighthouse has been shared amongst the masses. Along with it, the rallying social media hashtag that we are #NovaScotiaStrong, in response to the terror that unfolded, has… Read more

Mourning August

Mourning August

Today they danced naked in the rain. As they did back in June when the summer began, the rain trickled down their baby bangs, their popsicle chins. Collecting together in a brown  slime between their toes. They put off dinner to dance. To each claim three muddied towels before it was all over, believing each… Read more

Grey hairs

Grey hairs

I have officially gone grey. The nice people tell me it means I have wisdom to share, and I’ll agree, the hair on my head tells a story. Certainly, I’m grey from breastfeeding day and night for over six years. I’m grey from the tantrums in the grocery store over Goldfish crackers and sparklers, and… Read more

Her fog

Her fog

She’s translucent again, as it steals her away, tearing down the resilience we had toiled to build. And I am consumed by trying to shoo her worries away, if only I could. Instead, it feels as soon as I patch one area of her heart another seam opens. I never thought I would need to… Read more

Bitter and sweet

Bitter and sweet

Time slipped away on me once more. I had plans to stretch the construct of time this parental leave, and yet six months has come and gone, leaving me crying by myself in the Tim Horton’s drive-thru. One last leave, I blubber to the employee, as I key in my pin for the three dollar… Read more

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