"Melody, wake up!" someone said. My sister? My mom? I don't remember. I do remember that someone woke me up one night between 1990 and 1992 because there was a bear in our house. Mom was pushing a truck against the kitchen door. Through the window into the storage room we saw the big… Continue reading Epic Esperanza
Month: March 2016
The treasure of tears
I cried a few times this week. On the bus, in a park, in my sister's car, at my house. It was that kind of week where things hurt, people hurt, the past hurt, love hurt... And I am so thankful for the tears I remember not too long ago when there were no… Continue reading The treasure of tears
Follow in their footsteps
When I was a little girl, all I wanted to do was grow up. I loved trying on my mom's wedding dress (which I will wear for real in August) I imagined a day when I wouldn't be put to bed at 7:30 (horrible then, sounds kind of nice now.) When I turned… Continue reading Follow in their footsteps
Embracing the oops
This wasn't going to be my post. I had written another one entitled "Thursday morning counselling- a part of being alive" where I poured my heart and time into narrating my up and down journey with disappointing and amazing counsellors. I gave an illustration of how dealing with past crap is like emptying an old… Continue reading Embracing the oops
