The pub at the end of the week, an off-the-cuff joint.

I have two kiddos in care living in my home right now. My life has suddenly become one of busy schedules and outside demands. I talked about fostering a lot with my counsellor before I committed. We talked about television dreams and reality. On television and in the movies, the terror, trauma, grief, and distress of the children in care are minimized or absent. Imagine … Continue reading The pub at the end of the week, an off-the-cuff joint.

Let it go, one more time.

It’s the beginning of February. New month, new motto. This year’s theme is “Keep moving forward” and I doubled up, making it the theme for January as well. February, however, is about channelling my inner Elsa. I always feel good when I make a semi-current reference, like the aforementioned nod to Frozen. It lets me pretend I’m not solidly middle-aged, though ignoring the eye wrinkles … Continue reading Let it go, one more time.

Memories are the darndest thing.

I’m folding a couple of the T-shirts that haven’t yet been demoted to dryer status when all of a sudden, I’m thinking about my son’s father’s reaction when I told him I was pregnant. We limped along for another two and a half years, but he never quite forgave me. [i] That isn’t what I’m thinking about, however. I’m thinking about the day he came … Continue reading Memories are the darndest thing.