Fear of Gym Class

On the Sunday before Rowan was about to start school on Tuesday, I got text confirmation that I’d be subbing two hatha yoga classes at a multi-franchise fitness centre. Two different locations, actually, in two different Metro Vancouver cities. My first subbing, procured through a Facebook call out. Yes! I can do it, I reply….

Autumn run through Cedar Cottage

  I’ve just come back from my first run ever! Well, in a really long time at least. 10 years ago, when I was lonely in Scotland I started a one-minute-run, one-minute-walk effort on a trail along a disused railway line. And I’m sure I’ve made some efforts since, but let’s just say ever since…

Visualize a butterfly birthday for 6-year-olds…

As my mother and husband will tell you (they’re always in cahoots) I’ve got a tonne of creative ideas, but often fall short on execution. So that means that whenever I propose something fantastic like turning our large balcony into a mini-golf course or painting the concrete with a pretty mandala (cheap and chic, right?),…

Cutest finger rhyme for kids

I’m cheating a bit today, since I have been super busy recently trying to sort out career stuff like resumes, cover letters, pitches. That means the blog gets shoved to the bottom of the list…booooo! But unfortunately, I’m the only one in the house who thinks that blogging is a sensible priority. Anyway, this is…

Me Oh My Oh, No Potato?

We were so excited to harvest potatoes from our first season of stacked growing. The leaves started out growing like gang-busters. Every few weeks I’d have to trot next door for more tires from the auto mechanic. We thought we’d be set for winter (well, for a short Vancouver one!), but the taters were a no-show until…

What’s so great about unconditional love?

My second son was born in an instant. The instant after the midwife told me on the phone that I couldn’t have a homebirth because of my precariously low platelets. @#$! I thought. I can’t do a ride in a car. I just can’t. And then I rose to all fours from where I’d been…

Banished from the hive

I suspect I was an entirely different person yesterday: First, a wasp stung me on my pinkie toe. Then, my son’s swimming instructor mistook me for my own daughter. Sting #1 Not once in my life have I ever been stung by a bee or a wasp. This, despite my pasture-wandering childhood on a prairie farm. It…

Chard makes my spirit level

Today’s happiness is the kind that feels like floating. Internally my spirit is level. There’s a little buoy inside me, bobbing about on a sea of incidents. Sometimes it’s pummelled by waves of children who hate my parenting, or knocked up against the rocks of an empty bank account, or just squeezed into a shrinking air…

Money mucking blues

The trouble is that I said, ‘Above all I will write authentically.’ I will not be afraid to admit I am broken or lost or failing, because then others will know its okay to admit their failings too. Only, when I said that, I was feeling pretty together. I was surveying my failures from a…

3 weird ways to spot anxiety

My old companion Anxiety turned up this week. It’s interesting because through yoga and therapy with a naturopath i’ve learned how to spot anxiety even when i don’t consciously feel worried about anything. My three weird anxiety symptoms Gnawing hunger. I feel gnawing deep in my gut, even if I’ve just eaten. Before I started medication…

Mamas, Beer and Bears

Real Camping On from my last post…I feel like such a dumbass for suggesting I’d be prowling around the fire with my cougar panties on. In fact, I played the smiling frump in my full-coverage one piece (with a cool picture of a sunset forest, if that counts for anything.) Besides our family and my…

How to talk to men. Or not.

I’m so excited that we are going camping tomorrow. Three nights in a tent at Lake Allouette. It’s all down to my sons’ caregiver being organized enough to book a Long Weekend site two months in advance, and being kind enough to invite us along. Camping is a big step in moving a relationship from…