Little Lion Part 4

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Little lion wakes up next to me every morning. His little body curls into mine just like the day he was born. I still remember that day. How I carried him to my bed, an hour old. How he tucked himself into the crook of my arm. It was like we’d known each other for a lifetime. I knew how to carry him. He knew how to fit. Four years later and Continue Reading

I Won’t Forget September is Your Birthday

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My grandma was like a warm spring breeze. So refreshing and always ready to caress you. She would greet you at her front door with a trademark ‘Hull-ooooh!’,  followed by a squeeze so tight you almost felt your lungs would never recover. I adored being swept up in that exuberant love. The day my grandma died I said, “This morning the world seems Continue Reading

The Girl and The Tree

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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 was something about that girl and that tree. All synced in an intangible chord of nature. From then on she called it her ‘blossom tree’. This Continue Reading

Softly

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Where are you now, Grandma? I see you softly drifting on the brink, curling into the filmy line between this world and the next. Today I said good-bye to you for the last time. Inadequate and impossible.  How does anyone express the enormity of a lifetime of love? The vastness of gratitude? All whittled down to tender whispers and gentle Continue Reading

The Life of Pi

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It's still with me. I watched the Life of Pi two days ago and I can't stop thinking about it. By night it flashes through the filmy velvet of my dreams. By day my head is a rapturous kaleidoscope of luminous fish and sweet Indian music. And my heart is still breaking for the tears of Pi. I read the book five years ago. Yann Martel not only Continue Reading

The Mark of a Man

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We celebrate Father's Day simply because the father of my children is the most devoted father I know. To not acknowledge this - even on an over-commercialised day - would be remiss. This year we had even more reason to stop and appreciate him. This year he has sacrificed himself for us more than any person should have to. He has endured pressure Continue Reading

This Girl

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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 sunlight. She's chiming bells. She’s tender fingertips. She’s whispers of grace. She heals me. This girl. She’s been Continue Reading

Finding It

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When I was 17 I believed some lies. I believed that George Michael was straight. I believed that diet soft-drinks were good for me. I believed that spiral perms were necessary. I believed that boys would never like me. I believed that I wasn't clever. I believed that I shouldn't dream too big. And I believed that I nothing valuable to say. It Continue Reading

Do You Remember?

A memory emerges, naked in the luminous light. Warmly unfolding as fresh as the moment it first happened. I have many of these kinds of memories. Beautiful and crisp. When they are triggered in my brain it’s like mellow wine entering the bloodstream. They differ from the run of the mill recollection of details. Or the quaint or the comical.  The Continue Reading

Love Lanterns

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Do you know that scene in The English Patient when Kip sets up a trail of candles for Hana? And she follows them down the stairs, into the garden and down the path? It stays in my mind as one of the most romantic and magical scenes of all time. (And if you haven't seen it, here's a  link to it) . I love little candles. Little lanterns. Fairy Continue Reading