A short story of life, love, and moving on She leans back against its trunk. The rough feel of tree bark pushes into her spine and skin. Closing her eyes she lets the warm summer breeze blow across her face, slightly rumpling her hair. Wispy strands of her mousy brown curls fall across her lips,... Continue Reading →
When Your Kid Moves Out, It’s Okay to Feel Loss
Just remember to embrace the pride you feel for them too. As I pulled out of the driveway, my eyes misted over and there was a physical catch in my throat. The car slowly moved out into the street and away from my daughter’s new apartment. Also away from my daughter. If there is any... Continue Reading →
Listening is Step Two When Advocating for Your Transgender Kid
It comes right after, I love you just the way you are. Ask me any question you need to mum, says Jace. He steps out into the busy crosswalk. It is already flashing its warning before it turns red. 9 seconds, 8, 7, 6… My hurried steps try to catch up with his. I do have... Continue Reading →
Here is How I Celebrated Samhain, and How It Went.
5 Simple Autumn Rituals and Traditions My altar is dressed with colors of the season. Ornaments of gourds, garlands of leaves, and votive candles decorate what is on most days, an ordinary antique table sitting in the middle of my living room. I am ready for Halloween, traditionally known as Samhain (Sow-in). The roots of... Continue Reading →
A Book Review: Found In Transition
A mother’s evolution during her child’s gender change Several weeks ago a public relations co-ordinator from New World Library contacted me through my publication, The Rainbow Affect, on Medium. In her email to me, she asked if I would kindly review a new book about to be released. She explained it is a story of a... Continue Reading →
For Better or For Worse
3 reasons people tie the knot — in 1950, and today My parents are celebrating their 70th wedding anniversary this month! There are not very many statistics on how many couples reach their 70th wedding anniversary but it seems clear, not very many do. At eighteen years old, my mother looked at my dad and... Continue Reading →