Throw-Back Thursday or Fish Lake Friday?

Due to a Generator Failure, I was unable to post this on Thursday. Sooo we’ll just call it a “Flashback Friday” this time.   The smell of forest fires hangs in the air here, adding a  flavour of summers at home to our day here. It’s hot. And muggy. So, so muggy. The air is grey…

Photo Friday: Up

Meet two of my favourite foster kids: How to describe? Well, they share a wide streak of stubborn, but are definitely two different peas in a pod. The little lady is studious, clever, and definitely has the older sister dictator role down pat. And Bobby? Bobby is BOY, written all over! Here, she was reading…

Photo Friday: Punkette

pretty in pink, always. effortlessly i can pick her up with one arm, she is so small. soaking up love with her sunbeam face, i will see her again tomorrow.

I Will Smell Your Face: Some Real Thoughts on my Pretend Parenting

This is not a unique blog post. There are millions of them; These posts of the “Parenting” kind. This one is a post addressing the life of a harried caregiver whose life revolves around diapers, dishes, dogfood, and whose-fork-is-who’s. My life as a pretend mom is filled with early-morning scrambles, late afternoon tantrums, and quiet evenings where…

Punk it Up

I have a video of a bunch of kids in a circle, dancing around in a teal-walled room to a single guitar. You might not understand them, because they certainly aren’t singing English and I’m assuming you who shall read this are mostly English-speakers, since that’s what this blog is written in and all. But…

Life Lessons from Gym Class

You don’t need much to have fun. Work Together. Falls happen. So get up! Long arms were made for throwing far. Use your gifts.   Face your challenges.  Smile.  Go hard. Treasure your friendships. And don’t worry if you were never the athletic one. Sometimes your presence is enough.

Life Lesson #225: Please Teach it to Your Kids

I don’t care if you go to the bathroom with the door open. I don’t care if you go to the bathroom while I’m there brushing my teeth. I don’t care if you are six years old and sometimes forget to wash your hands. What I DO care about, is that you learn to FLUSH…

I met a girl named Allie

It’s not normal for a fourteen year old to drop five-syllable medical terms during a conversation with a middle-aged woman and a 20 year old girl she just met and to think nothing of it. At least, it’s not normal for most. When it happens though, I can tell you –  it’s a pretty humbling…

This is Why: The Teacher Talk

There are kids in this world who don’t know how to read. If you can’t read, chances are you can’t write. Can you imagine life without reading? Think about this. If you can’t write your name, how many business deals can you be involved in? How much fine print can you read before you sign?…