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And now for the choice

This is the final post in the Career Cornerstones for a Lit-Up Life series šŸ™‚ If you didn’t catch the other three, here they are: Values, Tools and Purpose. It’s summer 2001. Cell phones flip open and don’t have cameras. AOL is the most popular website. Social and media are just two words. Britney and …

A letter to baby F

One night last week you ended up in bed with us. I brought you there. Because lying down was more important to me than making sure you know your crib is where you sleep. You know that.  You know so much.  When you’re in the bed I don’t sleep as well. I’m aware always of …

What a moment to myself looks like

Baby F is sleeping and I have a moment to myself. I finish folding laundry. I think about cleaning the kitchen counters but instead I brush off the bits of dirt that came loose when I unwrapped the potted tulip that’s sitting there. All red with yellow insides, opening coquettishly. Last weekend a friend told …

Cycling in the rain

I forgot how unpleasant it is to bike in the rain without a back fender. That slice of Scot somewhere in my blood has left me with a solid attitude of making-do. As if using money and modern convenience to solve a problem is somehow too bourgeois. Since taking the Quistic masterclass on personality type, …

Don’t panicĀ 

It’s evening in paradise. Today I stood by the ocean, reading the “beware of the rip tides” signs and observing the plentiful red warning flags,  and thought: so stunning and so dangerous. Nature’s paradox. There were instructions posted on what to do if you were swept out to sea. 1. Don’t panic!  Followed by a …

So long sweet summer

And just like that, the summer comes to an end. Those who will get tanned have done so. Those who will have barbecues, go waterskiing,Ā seeĀ outdoor concerts, go to the zoo and have picnics have done so. There’s a nip in the morning air, like clockwork. I like to think I was the first to know …

Going shoeless

This summer has been unlike any other summer. Thanks to caring full time for baby F, my schedule is pretty flexible. It’s been almostĀ a decade sinceĀ my family sold theirĀ cottage in Muskoka, but I find myself freshly missing it. I romanticize it – boiled hotdogs on the front patio, squatting to pee behind trees as a …

Embracing failureĀ 

It starts raining and J’s car is smart so the windshield wipers come on automatically. Even though the car’s not running, save the radio. Even though I’m sitting here in the parking lot of Planet Organic, I’m not sure why, I have no intention of going in. I never sat in grocery store parking lots …

Goodnight laundry (a bedtime story)

Parenting today was letting my teething four month old gnaw on my knuckles. And sleep on my body like I was a piece of furniture. Four short months ago, baby F was literally part of my body. Ā Attached, inside. No wonder we are connected, no wonder she regards my appendages as comfortable infrastructure for her …