The nights are long, the cold is real, but in the darkness of December, a little Christmas warmth finds its way.
Category: Reflections
Past the Edge of My Own Doubts
If you’re standing at the edge of something new, take one small step. Not because you’re fearless, but because you deserve to see what happens next.
Flickers on the Page
Some days, writing feels like whispering to the walls. The world barely listens. And yet, a sentence winks. A paragraph hums. A thought does a little dance. Those tiny sparks are enough to keep me at it — stubborn, stubborn, and happily so.
The Soft Edge of Day
The day is done. The dishes are undone. And still, the quiet finds me — a child asleep, a dog at my feet, the hum of the fridge. This is the soft edge of day.
Not Perfect, But Ours
Canada isn’t perfect. Neither are we. But today, we celebrate who we are—and who we’re still becoming. That’s what makes this place home.
We Never Really Grow Up (We Just Learn to Sit Still at Funerals)
They say we grow up. That at some point, somewhere between learning how to fold a fitted sheet and choosing salad over fries, we become adults. I’d like to state, for the record, that this is nonsense...
Enough
You’re not perfect. Not even close. But perfection isn’t the goal. It never was...
Where Did the Time Go?
When I was a kid, a day felt like an eternity. Now, I blink, and the day is gone.
Another Year
Another year, slipping away in the dark…
From Humbug to Ho Ho Ho
It’s funny how Christmas used to come and go without leaving much of a mark on me. And then I had a kid...
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