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….

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…

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…