If you’ve arrived at this place along the Widows’ Walk, you’ve been on a journey for a while (unless you like to read the last few pages of a book the way I do sometimes!) And while this may be the last piece I write for a while, it’s definitely not the ending. There is…
If we are able to love at all, it’s because someone loved us first and showed us how. Maybe you were lucky enough to grow up in a loving family or perhaps you’ve had to gather your own ‘family’ of love and support along the way. But whether nurturing parents, interested and kind siblings, extended…
On long road trips, Peter and I had a habit of poking through antique shops along the way. Sometimes we’d find a piece of china to match a partial set we had at home, or occasionally a perfect shelf for a bare spot on a wall. But no matter what we were looking for or…
To live in this world you must be able to do three things: To love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; And, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go. In Blackwater Woods by Mary Oliver In these few words of the poet Mary Oliver, I believe…
I have a LOT of photographs in my house. Little ones, big ones, absolutely huge, life-sized ones – on the walls, on the fridge, on desks, stuck to computers, sitting on dressers in every room you can imagine (yes, even the bathroom!) I love art and I also appreciate the beauty of sunlight dappling a…
This piece was guest written by Nicole Longstaff who was suddenly widowed at the age of 38 with her 6 year old daughter Sophia. Since her husband Dave’s passing in 2017, Nicole has been busy raising Sophia and continued to work in management in higher education at McMaster University. She is a candidate in the…