The stream rising from my mug this morning carries whispers of the future. I can see the images form briefly before dissipating into the air. I see myself, a few years older, sitting at the kitchen table with one and sometimes both of my boys. They are first teens and then men. Nestled in the… Continue reading Coffee and Comfort
Mi madre está enferma. Ella está en el hospital. Yo estoy muy cansado hoy. Yo tambien estoy triste. For years now she had enjoyed the feel of the warm mug in her hands, the nutty bitter odour rising in a breath of steam, and the bitter flavour as it traveled over her tongue on the… Continue reading Weekend Coffee Share
I’m thankful for those moments when the day fades away. Those moments where that tiny child rolls onto his side snuggled close after story time, his little body already radiating the heat of sleep, and the rhythmic breath of a sleeper is all that can be heard in the dusky room. The comfort of your… Continue reading The Day Fades Away
Life is rhythmic, but occasionally I am lonely. My time spent standing still in the corner, waiting, with my arms spread wide leaves me craving the feel of a warm solid body. That body braced against me reassures that knowledge swaying through me that my upholstered back and heavily padded seat provide a state of physical ease.… Continue reading My Life as a Spring Rocker
As a mother, I know in the hustle of today’s society it is easy to pop that pacifier into a crying child’s mouth to get five minutes to fold laundry, or to get through the supermarket checkout without stares from people who seem offended by a crying child. With this mindset Heather Belajac spoke regarding… Continue reading Pacifier Wars
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 