Back to the Queen

It was little corner post office on Kingsway. I remember walking there with one hand in my mom’s hand and the other clutching a precious white envelope. We didn’t have to lick our stamps at the post office. There was a shiny white porcelain roller with just the right amount of water to make a… Continue reading Back to the Queen

Honest parenting

Lying in bed with my daughter cuddled next to me. I wrap a blanket around me and inch away. Touched out and tired. Need some solo time. But she feels the absence of her warm mama and cries out, her arms and legs frantically wiggling. Don't leave me Mama! "Enjoy this time." "It goes by… Continue reading Honest parenting