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So, I’m not getting younger. Ha! But I don’t want to be mad about it. I don’t want to buy into the narrative around me that middle aged means done, old, shrivelled. I wouldn’t trade the solid ground I’m on for the angst of my youth. That said, peri-menopause is kicking my butt. My doctors…
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I want to write something eloquent on fear. Or maybe I just want to write something helpful. I don’t know. What I do know is that its taking over. I wish it was just my own fear, but I see it everywhere. We are paralyzed by it as a society. I am not sure if…
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As mentioned, Thanksgiving was just our 6 and lots of sniffles. It was simple and early and we tried smoking turkey again this year. It turned out excellent. That said and shown, I feel weird posting that photo. Is it just me? Something about a living thing showed in its death. I mean, to me…
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There is some cold going around and thus our plans for the long weekend were ruined. While we did make it out to go apple picking, we were sick enough to realize Thanksgiving would be just us and no extended family. I decided we all deserved a treat and a discussion we’ve had a million…
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Its on everyone’s mind. But for me, today, what I thought about was taking a photo of what I’m doing. I’m roasting pumpkins for pies. Normally I would clean up the area, think about the angle, so on, so forth. But instead I just took the photo. Is this the future? Do we take messy,…
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I want to write a long, winding post on education. On how home education can be beautiful, exhausting, and trying. On how its not perfect and neither is public school, or private, or catholic. I want to talk about the exhaustion of parents and teachers. The lack of funding. The lack of cohesion, how it…
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I spend my mornings with them. My heart knows the routine and rhythm.The kettle sings, the light comes in slow,Two little heads bent over the table’s morning glow. A story unfolds with a turn of the page,Crayons wander off to a colourful stage.Paint on a sleeve, a smudge on a chin,We count, learn letters, there…
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I spent years in American banking before I ever set foot in a Canadian bank. Personally I prefer Credit Unions. Not because they are smaller, because they evaluated situations. The educated people. They asked what you were trying to do with your money instead of just being a cog in a machine. I came to…
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In my Texan life that was such an everyday word, TexMex. It evoked culture and food and history. In my Canadian life its a novelty, its hard work, its not understood. My racial identity hasn’t changed, I’m still pale skinned and labelled white. My heritage, primarily Czech and Scottish with some English and Irish thrown…
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So I started a co-op . I’m hopeful it will lead to more friends for my homeschooled children. I also hope it will lead to more support for me as the parent. Back in Austin we found a lovely co-op. It sadly was only about a year before we left for Canada. It was a…