• I Grew Magic in My Womb

    17/10/2018 - By 

    Although motherhood is hard, and we all like to share the “realness” of it, I thought I would explore the other thing we feel. I’m talking of the awe, wonder and unconditional love for these amazing beings we created. Every day, my kids see and create magic. Since a poem seemed the most natural way to explore these feelings, here is one I wrote: My son swears the snow Smells of powdered sugar While my daughter dawdles behind Searching for winter elves. I didn’t know that I was growing magic In my womb. I didn’t know that these beings Could…

  • Astronauts and Angels

    03/10/2016 - By 

    My son went to his very first funeral for his six-year-old peer. It is a sentence I never thought I would say and it is with a heavy heart that I write this. Hunter dressed in a homemade prince’s crown and his knight costume, as he was both to B, who passed away. Inside the Chapel was a table with post it notes where you could write a favourite memory. Every time we approached the table to write a memory of his friend, “B”, he would tear up and declare that he couldn’t think of anything. With his mouth set…