an open letter to my teachers

Dear Teachers,

I looked at a map today, and when I got confused, I turned in my seat so my map faced north. It made me think of you, on that day when you failed repeatedly to teach our class how to read a map. […keep reading]


Massacure is a Teachable Moment

In 2002 little Kari MacDonald was nearing the end of three years of chemotherapy. She was a survivor. Her father, Gordon, was moved by her experience so much that he urged over 40 of his friends and coworkers at Canada Post to shave their heads to raise awareness of cancer in children. The event, the St. Valentine’s Day Hair Massacre, was held in 2003, and raised $37,000 for the Kids with Cancer Society. […keep reading]

bright is the candle that burns at both ends

Ever wonder what it’s like to have a big family? Here’s a snapshot of our family’s Friday, September 17. (The blog pic is an actual paste of our schedule that weekend.)

That day, there was the Kick-off youth event at our church, which was a night at the corn maze. Ken and I were also going out that night, because we had received complimentary tickets to a Chancellor’s Gala at a local college. […keep reading]

be true to yourself, teenage girl

I pulled out my teenage diaries the other day, quite honestly hoping to do some personal research on what it’s like being a teenage girl. It’s amazing how a body can forget the chaos of adolescence, and being the mom/step mom of five teen girls, I need to be a bit of a pro on the subject. […keep reading]

people, not possessions, matter most

It’s called “Oniomania” and it’s a disorder that afflicts far more people than you might imagine. No it doesn’t refer to fanatics of Onoway, but rather it is the craving to acquire possessions. Together with the unhealthy habit of hoarding, these two disorders torment people into believing that they need stuff, and lots of it. […keep reading]

hidden image, hidden worth

“It’s a boat! I can see it!”

My daughter cheered as she broke through the visual barrier of a “Magic Eye” pattern to see its hidden three-dimensional image. I could almost see the ship reflecting from her delighted little eyes myself. Andrea is six, and she found it splendidly gratifying to finally decipher the picture through the patterned design. […keep reading]

on being a big sister

Hello, dear friends. I’ve dropped off the flat earth this last two weeks, preparing my busy family for the busy fall, but I wanted to connect once again to celebrate a lovely day.

September 2 is a particularly great day for me. It was 36 years ago that I graduated from little sister to big sister, and my life was changed forever.Sweet little Dori-lyn Louise entered my life, and my four year old persona began to learn the delightful lessons of responsibility. […keep reading]

more thoughts on being a parent

Last month’s column in the St. Albert Gazette, I shared some of the challenges that parents of children with disabilities face as advocates for their children. As one of those parents, I am thankful for the healthcare system that has supported him since his birth. I am thankful for the exceptional medical attention he has received for the last ten years. I am thankful for an educational system that tries to meet his needs, and for non-profit organizations that fill in some of the gaps. […keep reading]