Texan Canadian

  • School…

    How is September upon us!? I’m not really a fan of summer break. Why can’t we have a week or two off every 8-10 weeks? The endless summer days just drag on. The kids are always board. And don’t get me started on the insane cost of summer camp! Regardless I’m always struck by how…

  • Nature is Amazing

    We have some larger trees on our property. They’re black walnuts. I’ve learned a lot about Juglone, syrup, and squirrels since learning about black walnut trees. Today our local arborist came by because we had a large limb crack in some recent high winds. It was too high in the tree for us to manage,…

  • Flowers

    Since moving to Ontario, I can see the British roots in how intensely some people garden here. Little patches of front yard filled to the brim with roses, tulips, and asters. The moment there’s a warm breeze, shorts and tank tops come out, and there are people out picking their particular weed from the yard.…

  • On Losing My Taste for Travel

    We went out of town. Just 5 days and 4 nights. It was technically only a few hours from home, though with all the stops it took an entire day each way. You’d have thought we went to another province! I didn’t hate it, but I also didn’t find joy in it the way I…

  • Birthdays

    When my oldest was little I watched as friends and family held large celebrations for their children. On the one hand I completely agreed! Celebrate yourselves and your baby, you were lucky enough to get to the other side of birth with a human to raise. AND you made it through year one. Celebrate! That…

  • Bunnies

    I want to write profound things, but I’m finding they take more energy than I have most days. So I’ll write about the mundane I think. The ordinary. The little things we tend to pass and take for granted. One of my children is obsessed with nature right now, specifically bunnies. We have a plethora…

  • Black Raspberries

    We lived on a hill, We live on a hill. We had answers handed down like heirlooms. We have questions we are learning to hold. We had no accent. We have words that give us away. We had a kitchen that smelt like cast iron and cumin. We have a kitchen that smells of new…

  • And Still, There Are Moments…

    I don’t believe in God. Not in the way people usually mean it. Not as a being who listens, intervenes, or arranges outcomes. I don’t believe in spells, or in forces that bend reality. I don’t think the universe is paying attention to me. And still, there are moments that feel like something is. It…

  • Time…

    I wrote this a bit back now. Mid-spring. I’ve poured a lot of thought into spirituality, belief, ritual. These words held a lot of mixed feelings for me in my youth. But I’m exploring them over the next few posts. Let me know what you think… The frost was gone by mid-morning. It had come…

  • Feet Flat on the Floor

    I’ve been thinking a lot about self-care. What it actually means, and specifically what it means for me. Some days I feel so lost in the needs of my household that I don’t even clock my own. And if I don’t clock them, like if I can’t even name them, how do I begin to…