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A Good Man
My Dad. Unique doesn’t even begin to explain him. Let me try again: Honourable. Humble. Generous. Gracious. Confident. Eccentric. Hilarious. Clever. Other words that describe my dad: Without vanity....
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Digging for Fire
I wrote this for Edenland’s Fresh Horses. If you were invited to a birthday party and the party-thrower had an open mic ready for you to say some of your favourite words, which ones would you choose?...
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Four
This girl. She’s a firecracker. She’s a siren. She’s a bright vision. She’s a shooting star. She’s the wisps of imagination. She’s the spiral of a storm. She’s the words of an ancient muse. She’s...
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The Blossom Tree
Last summer they went out to the garden together. Just the two of them. They found a warm patch of black earth and began digging. It would be a home for the bare gnarly sapling in her tiny hands. “Can...
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Not A Birthday Party
I feel like I’ve known her forever. I’m sure in a previous life we were mermaids, or French songstresses, or warrior princesses. One of the three. For sure. This is supposing I actually believed in...
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The Girl and The Tree
My husband and my daughter planted a tree together last year. It was her tree. It was gnarly bare all winter long. And then surprisingly on a late winter’s day, it blossomed. On her birthday. There...
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Little Lion Part 3
If he was born a girl, his middle name would have been Honey. But he wasn’t a girl, he was boy. A boy with the look of an ancient soul. He was beautiful. And he arrived into the world roaring like a...
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This Girl
So what happens when your daughter turns seven? You celebrate her every breath. You celebrate her gentle walk upon this earth. You celebrate every beautiful thing about her. This girl! This girl has...
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Little Lion Part 5
Little lion isn’t so little anymore. His cherubic cheeks have become angular. His legs are tall like stalks. His head stretches nearly to my chest. And his roar is mightier than thunder. But when I...
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A Gruffalo Party
Today we had a Gruffalo party. My son turned 4 yesterday. The most favourite thing in the world to this 4 year old is the Gruffalo. So when it came to his party it was only fitting we entered the world...
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