The Fear

I distinctly remember the light-blue, square tiles that are standard for indoor pools (at least back in the late ‘80s). I was lucky enough to go to an elementary school with an underground pool. (Or was it the neighbouring school down the street that allowed us to use their pool?) It’s quite hazy now as the memory exists in my mind from so long ago. I can’t tell you my exact age but I must have been somewhere in the range of third or fourth grade. The physiological effect of cool, blowing air mixed with water droplets dripping off my body from the mandated pre-swim shower gave me Continue reading

Let It Rain

I once heard that you spend your whole life trying to get over your childhood. I’d say that’s a pretty true statement- at least for me. Perhaps I took my childhood for granted. I didn’t see the valuable lessons there until recently- until I had my own child, until I met others who Continue reading

Five Memoirs That Changed My Life

Okay, maybe they didn’t change my life in any cosmic way but they dramatically shifted my perspective on my colourful upbringing. Instead of finding fault in the struggles my sisters and I overcame as kids growing up in our chaotic household, I have learned to be grateful for it. I am thankful for those exact struggles we faced because I am proud of the people we’ve become.

People always Continue reading

Sister, Sister

Did you know there was a day dedicated to celebrating siblings? Yep. April 10th is Siblings Day! Sibling rivalry was abundant in our household growing up. My sisters and I (each with nearly a two-year age gap) had extremely polarizing personalities. At times we were like night and day, hot and cold, oil and water. My older sister was conventional and a rule-follower, a studious learner. My other sister was girly, simple, easygoing, and carefree. And I (middle child) can only be characterized as the Continue reading

The Mighty

A couple weeks ago I read an incredibly thoughtful and introspective post. It was written from the perspective of a retired teacher reminiscing about a student that made an indelible mark on his teaching career. It actually brought tears to my eyes because the story highlighted everybody’s ability to touch another soul without ever knowing their affect on others. I personally don’t know the writer (I follow his blog) but his commitment to teaching and the compassion he had for his students really came through. It touched me greatly because it reminded me of my favourite middle school teacher, Ms. Motsch.

As a young girl, my homelife was Continue reading