What do you value beyond a home investment? To many, owning a home is one of the greatest achievements for the residents of Nanaimo. But it doesn’t come easy. It takes you time, effort and resources to finally live in your dream home. I have interacted with a few moms who own homes and asked […]
Chaos. Motherhood is chaos. No other faction of life can create such havoc inside one’s mind, of this I am sure. Within the span of 24 hours, I experience every emotion known to man, sometimes simultaneously. I feel terror and frustration as my toddler makes a run for it, careening down the sidewalk as fast
Sometime towards the end of high school I received a scrapbooking kit. I don’t remember who got it for me, probably my grandmother. It was thoughtful gift, as I had developed a life-long habit of taking way too many photographs and saving endless amounts of news clippings, interesting images from magazines, ticket stubs, and any
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From the day I started this blog, I have held the belief that every mother has a story to tell. For all our differences, we are all in this together. We all face a variety of choices and struggles, and sometimes all you need is to know that someone else has been there, no matter
I’ve mentioned before that I believe everyone should have a handful of go-to recipes for a variety of occasions. Something for company, something for special occasions, a signature dish, a great dessert, and a killer side dish. This is that killer side dish. It started with making some simple foil packets with potatoes, onions, butter and seasonings when
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be a writer. Okay, that’s not entirely accurate. In all honesty, I’ve wanted to be a writer for longer than I can remember. Among the boxes of family photos and newspaper clippings, you can find stories that my grandma jotted down for me while I dictated them to her,
It’s ten o’clock at night. Your little one is in bed, undoubtedly dreaming up new ways to drive you crazy in the morning, and you’ve done all the housework you can possibly handle. You breath a sigh of relief, smiling at the beautiful silence that surrounds you. You’re free. You can do whatever you want.