Happy Mother’s Day

May 12th is Happy Mother's Day. Since I am part Mi'kmaq, I decided to share a bit of knowledge. Happy Mother's Day in Mi'kmaq is Wli-kiju' na'kwekm, pronounced Wooly guy-jew naa-gweck-um. This past year has been more challenging as a parent than it had been any time before. Parenting a child with a mental illness... Continue Reading →

I did everything right

The third miscarriage made me furious. I had ate meat, so it wasn't being vegetarian that was the problem. I had followed every rule in the book. I did everything right and I still lost my child. I was robbed of fully enjoying a pregnancy early on. I was plagued with doubts and fears that... Continue Reading →

The problem was me

My second miscarriage broke my heart. It destroyed my hopes and made me feel like I was defective. I couldn't blame the pill anymore. I didn't get pregnant on the pill this time. The problem was me. There's a lot of shame and internal struggle with that. I gave 'birth' to a 4-month-old 'baby' on... Continue Reading →

Miscarriage came has such a shock

The first miscarriage (yes, I had more than one natural miscarriages) came has such a shock. I was certain that such things were extremely rare, that once you were pregnant, you were automatically going to be a mother. It was utterly devastating. I wouldn't wish this experience on anyone, yet it happens to so many... Continue Reading →

I need to take time to rest

The past few weeks, I've been struggling with exhaustion. I constantly need to sleep. I feel such disappointment in myself when I need to take time to rest. I feel like I am failing as a mother and as a partner. There is so much to be done in the house. So much time that... Continue Reading →

Bring imagination to life

Books help to bring imagination to life. April 2nd is International Children's Book Day. In today‚Äôs fast-paced world, no matter what our age is, we tend to turn to our phones for entertainment or comfort. We scroll through news feeds and videos that can contribute to our stress and anxiety rather than helping it. Instead,... Continue Reading →

Woody Allen is seriously creepy

In 1997, Woody Allen should have become notorious when he married his step-daughter. Just that thin bit is enough to make him a serious creep. I don't care if she's not blood. That's incest. I am a step-mother. My step-son is just that, a son. Though she was 21 at the time of the wedding,... Continue Reading →

To all mothers

This post is dedicated to all mothers who are struggling. For the exhausted moms who are hiding for a few minutes because they need a few minutes of tranquility and to cry in the bathroom. For the mothers who are so exhausted that they feels she can not go on. For the moms who feels... Continue Reading →

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