On my first Mother's Day I was carrying a photo with me of Sebastian in an incubator, connected to machines, as I was waiting for the second bus that would take us to the hospital to see him. We ran into one of Ali's previous work colleagues and despite a photo in which my baby… Continue reading Mother’s Day Memories
'I love you, Sebastian. Do you love me?' Tallula leans over me to see her big brother, anchored down into the accessible spot on the GO bus back to the train station. Sebastian smiles. Tallula sees him and repeats his 'yes' out loud in case I missed it. I scroll through photos tonight to look… Continue reading What I See
On Friday I took the kids to Kortright Maple Syrup Farm to meet Sebastian's class for a school field trip. We were running late due to a morning appointment and I wavered between going and staying home. The clouds hung heavy and rain was in the forecast. The kids really wanted to go, regardless of… Continue reading Maple Syrup and Inclusion
I've started going through my drafts and finishing them. You know those moments when there is something on your mind and you want to get it out into the world and then you run out of steam and you don't. Those thoughts tend to get buried beneath the newer ones. But here we are nearing… Continue reading ‘I could meet him there.’
I woke this morning from a bad dream. I've been having them the past few nights. Sometimes apocalyptic in nature. Sometimes subconscious anxieties. This morning the election in the US was on my mind. While today is International Women's Day it is also the primary in Michigan. I felt like I needed to put something… Continue reading On Politics
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