Dad and I always celebrated the holidays with his parents. Looking back on it I see that there were a few things that I took for granted like that Christmas fruit cake grandparents love so much. Even now, when fruit cake isn’t something that makes it to the Christmas menu in my house I can… Continue reading Christmas Grandparent Tradition
Enchanted “Look what we found in the park in the dark,” I whispered. I traced my hand over the waves of its shell noting the retained coolness of fall air. A soft odour of decay wafted from its depths mixed with a sulfur smell I couldn’t identified because there was no candle in its… Continue reading Enchanted: 100 word Flash Fiction
Tomorrow is the twitter party for Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Wonder of Christmas. I like the idea of sharing some of the inspiration behind the stories inside this collection. I unfortunately will not be able to participate tomorrow because of scheduling so I thought I would take a few minutes to share now.… Continue reading Meet Maverick
I hear bickering. I hear: 7 year old: “Oh yeah, you’re a vagina king!” 4 year old: “Smell my butt!” Now, had these boys been about 10 years older I am sure I would have died from shock. However, my alarmed brain realized that they were selecting random word combinations for maximum impact. So, “vagina… Continue reading Your Guess is as Good as Mine
Do you encourage your children to believe in mystery and magic? Perhaps you believe in it yourself. I have a great love for doors that open to secret worlds and as such I try to encourage my boy’s imaginations to open up worlds of their own. Whether it’s dragons, fairies, unicorns, Santa or the Easter… Continue reading Imaginative History
Recently during a trip to the Yukon I visited a dredge. Previous to this I had no idea what a dredge even was. This was a fascinating tour that was full of history. So for anybody like me who might be wondering what a dredge is it is a machine that scoops objects out of… Continue reading Dredge #4
The Penis Chronicles presents, “By Way of Explanation.“ The four year old yells, “mom call the man, call the man!” My husband looks askance. The four year old leaves off his “call the man” chant to press his face against the window and yell, “There’s Steve, there’s Steve.” The seven year old leaps from the… Continue reading By Way of Explanation
