Did I ever tell you the story of how I thought Hosea was lost? Ok ok actually there are a couple "I thought Hosea was lost" stories now that I think of it. I'll save one for another post! So did I ever tell you ONE of those stories of how I thought Hosea was lost?! Last year, around this time, we were all out at our usual playground, the one I've been going to for the past 10 years. I've gotten pretty relaxed there, I'll get caught up in conversations with people while the kids are running around all over the place, climbing trees, hiding in bushes, wandering. I don't always need to see them. I'm not much of a helicopter parent. But at this time Hosea was only just 4, so I needed to keep him somewhat in my sight much of the time. As I was catching up with a friend I'd run into there I noticed he was over on the side, kind of by the adjacent community centre building, with some buckets, looking like he was going to dig or dump or something like t

Could this be it? I sit in the back of the taxi, winding the roads, aware of nothing but a numbness Because feeling would be too much Could this be it? Death by complications from a cavity Death by dentist Not very glamourous Could this be it? Is this what it feels like? Going? Panic and peace at the same time? Well I guess I don't know...yet Because I'm still here ............................................................................................................................... "There's a little something on there, we just want to take a better look at it." Is that really what she's saying? Not, "Everything looks fine. Nothing to worry about!" Because, well, that's what I'd expected. "There's a little something on there, we just want to take a better look at it." Don't think about all that too much, Megan. Push it aside. Stick with that second option, even if it's not what she sai

If we're lucky, we get many of these. Decades of them! This week a special decade passed for me: that of being a parent for a decade, as some of you might already be aware of. What's so significant, really? I mean, time passes. Sometimes 5 years has it's meaning, sometimes 1 year, sometimes 30 days, sometimes nearly 70 years--marriage, parenthood, living in the same place. Maybe they're really just arbitrary. These decades. Time marches on in it's way. But...there's something about the passing of the seasons. That whole "sunrise, sunset" thing (you know the song? apparently my grandma sang it for my mom at her high school graduation or something like that! oh...someday I'll have to write about that, and her...we were, and are, on the same wavelength). What's in a decade though? Think about it. What's in your last decade? Wherever the marker starts? A LOT of things! Hopefully some constancy. Hopefully some change. Hopefully some confli