Sliding doors…

Do you ever reflect back on your life and¬†consider the potentially huge magnitude of those sliding doors moments? I do. I sometimes think about the “what if’s” and the alternative pathways that could have been. Some bad and some good. My husband, Phil, and I were sitting at our favourite spot enjoying lunch together recently…

My Daughter’s footsteps…

As I watch her walk along the sand in front of me, I wonder about my Daughter’s footsteps into her future. She doesn’t walk in mine, and nor would I want her to. But I¬†created her, and I must show her the way. Because of my own footsteps, I can teach her differently. Because I…

The evolution of a boy…

Yesterday, I watched my 16 year old son, my middle child, play in his men's volleyball team and I saw a boy on the verge of manhood. Once my shy, sensitive, quiet boy with many anxieties  and fears is now accepted as 'one of the boys'. The teammates congratulate each other with the sportsmanlike pat on the butt and…