family

a pet shop window smudged from her tiny nose pressing against the glass three little girls creeping from their beds in the middle of the…

I met my daughter Sara when she two and a half years old. Ralph used to bring her to the aerobics class…

Even at fifty-one years old, the first day of summer vacation is so exciting. I’m not sure what it is about my…

It’s summer and that means it’s bread making season. You would think that the winter would inspire me to bake lovely homey…

Having to prepare meals when I would prefer to stay in the garden drives me wild. Not that I have any issue…

And so begins another summer of good old-fashioned quality ‘Hooton family time’. When the girls were little, Ralph and I thought that it…

A hawk scans the fields near a lonely country church that sits on a farm five minutes from my house. The church…

The moment that Meaghan told me that she was leaving home defined the beginning of a new mother daughter connection. We would…

It was a quiet day. A day of talking about life with my daughter Sara. We tried to pick fiddleheads but found…

From my daughter, Kaitie… I am my mother’s daughter. Mom came to visit me this weekend in Toronto. She hates it. Well,…