I expected to cry on her first day. I’m not entirely sure why because I certainly didn’t when either of the boys began school but I wondered whether maybe sending my last child – my baby! – off to school might crack open a little well of bittersweet. But no, I was as dry-eyed as ever and frankly, a little irritated when she clung fiercely to Daddy’s neck when we tried to leave. We had a kid-free coffee date to get to damn it!
If my 2017 had a name, it would not be “The Year of Prolific Blogging.” In fact, I managed a grand total of 14 blog posts this year. Even...
“You will go home. I promise you I’ll get you home,” the young guy soothed, slipping an arm around her neck.
The cab pushed forward into darkness, the sparkling city lights falling far behind. The young girl looked out into the blackness of nowhere and nowhere near home. She thought of her boyfriend. What if he woke in the night and she wasn’t there? It wasn’t like her to be out so late. It wasn’t like her to get so, so drunk. What had she done? What had she done?
And when I’m not bringing home the bacon, tooling around on social media or sheltering from the cold, I’ve been sucking up some pop culture. Let me tell you about it.
There are loads of accounts I love but I felt that 483 pages is too long for one blog post. So I’ve curated a list of some of my faves. Check them out!
On a gloomy day last winter, I was standing at my kitchen looking out into the vastness of my neighbour’s backyard and I noticed it was populated by a bunch of evergreen trees. It occurred to me in that moment that I was so grateful for them. Against the grey skies, they stood tall and proud and lush with green. When everything else around them was dead or dormant, refusing to grow, they were steadfast in their aliveness. Though the rain and howling winds, evergreens are reliably vital.
Some of you may know that this blog has been kicking around since 2009. That’s almost 8 years of writing in this little corner of the internet. Over that time, I have experimented with what I want this blog to be, how I could possibly make money from it and occasionally wondering whether the whole thing has been a terrible waste of time.
The post-kids house is a very different beast to the pre-kids house. Two people’s stuff has multiplied to five people’s stuff and who knew preschoolers could accumulate SO MUCH STUFF.