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This Is Really Happening!
It still seems a little dream like, but each day the idea that I will soon be a published author becomes more and more... real. (As a soon-to-be-published author I should pride myself on finding a better word than ‘real’ but it’s exactly how it feels.) I’ve assembled...
Amy, the Author!
In case you missed the announcement on Instagram and Facebook.... I am beyond excited (and a little nervous) to announce that I am going to be a published author!!! Over a decade ago I took a children’s writing class at Langara College. I loved it but when the class...
Her Loss
My gain is her loss. I hear “Mom.” She hears silence. I feel hugs. She just has the memory of his arms around her. I see smiles and eyes that light up with excitement. She has to close her eyes to see his face. I hear giggles and laughs....
John Brink: Against All Odds- A Review
Do you ever watch a movie and feel your stomach drop when the good guy gets into a ring with the bad guy? You’re rooting for the good guy, but you have your doubts. You watch as they circle one another and then suddenly the opponent lunges. Before you even realize...
His Voicemail
𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒅’𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌, 𝒊𝒕’𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝑺𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 7 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑨𝒏𝒅...
Turn It Down
I get stuck in my head and have a hard time getting out. People tell me to stop overthinking, to get out of my head. But it’s a hard place to get out of once you’re there. The self doubt. The voice saying ‘you can’t do this’ is hard to ignore. I...
Don’t Measure My Steps
These are my steps, stepping out of my comfort zone. These are my steps, leading me in this direction. These are my steps. To you, my steps may be unnecessary. To you, my steps my be immeasurable. But I don’t need you to measure my steps. You may question the...
I See Me
I look at her and I see me. Not necessarily her nose or her chin or her lips or her smile. It’s her eyes. In her eyes I see me. I see her excitement and her happiness and her frustration and her sadness. And I feel my excitement and my happiness and my frustration...
And I’m Stumped…
The other day my friend asked me a question that stumped me. We were having a rather deep conversation and I mentioned how it’s becoming more difficult to write authentically about my kids because I don’t want to embarrass them or share private information about them....
This Is More Important
I think about the dishes soaking in the sink. I squeeze my arms a little tighter around Sam as we stand outside watching Finley, our dog, chase moths around the yard. This is more important. I look at the pile of clean laundry sitting on the chair, waiting to...
