May 24, 2015

May 19, 2015

May 2, 2015


A "Flashback Friday" story I read on my workplace intranet. Revisited words from an old book. A verse from a song I haven't listened to in years.

Things jump out at me in a different way now. With a new understanding about life.

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Leif says his brother's name now. Lili, he calls him.

I tell him that soon we will go to the mountains for Liam's fourth birthday.

My season of grief is approaching. I can feel it in my whole body.

April 17, 2015

flashback friday.


In roughly 1924-1925 a premature six-month-old baby was born, but given no chance at survival by the attending physician.

A nurse by the name of Nurse Amour sprang into action and used her ingenuity to create a homemade incubator out of an empty beer bottle, heated oil, copper wires, wood boxes, sheets and a bed frame all placed on top of a stove.

Her efforts paid off - the baby survived.

-The Lachine Hospital, Montréal, Québec


March 5, 2015


Pine tees creaking. Snow pants swishing. Sled whizzing.

"More, more!" he calls up when I stop to take a picture.

I pick up the pace.

"Weeeeeeeeee!"

His laughter fills up all the woods. And my broken heart.

/more pictures here


March 2, 2015


"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."

-Andrew Wyeth

February 24, 2015