Mommy minute
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Dear Daughters, the sequel, It has been 8 months since I penned a letter to you, so much has changed since early January. You both have grown into beautiful young girls with each in your own way. My darling oldest daughter, in a few mere days you will hold my hand to take you to…
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I am thrilled to announce that I have an essay in the collection called: Wisdom Has a Voice: Every Daughters Memory of Mother. It is out now and on Kindle. As you may have read my previous articles, being motherless has been my cathartic vice to write. This compelling collection of twenty-five memoirs, about mothers…
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‘Mommy, more, please.” My tenacious four-year-old asks. I fill up the bucket one more time to fill the water table. The squeals of my girls pierce the backyard. Their toys are scattered over the lawn. Summer heat is forgotten when the sprinkler and water table are the front and centre attraction. I stretch out in…
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The time on my iphone blares 9:00pm. I am huddled in the dark on my daughters’ floor after putting them to bed. With daddy out of town the need to be near me grew strong for them. I am rarely a mom to say no. It has been 48 hours since he left for a…
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Ever since being a figure skater when I was a child, I have suffered the painful embarrassment of having cold sores. As an adult, they strike in a glaring spotlight on the same bottom right-side of my lip just like in my childhood. In my pre-children life, I was a background performer (extra) and day…
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At school pick-up my polite conversation with another mom turns to what we each do. She is a nurse on swing shift. I tell her about my freelance work. She remarks on how lucky I am. I smile and wonder if she genuinely felt that way on my truth. My mind starts to tabulate just…
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As posted earlier this year, here is my list of wishes with updates. Surprisingly, some have come close or a reasonable facsimile. So here it goes: 1.Cure cancer or help someone do it. Enough hurting good people. My dear sister has had the great news that she is clear once again. 2.Have Bryan Adams follow…
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I stare at the blinking cursor on the computer. It lights up the fact that I have writer’s block. It is only a new feeling to me since December of last year. Before I could pen long essays or blogs fuelled by passion. My word fell through my pen and to the keyboard with ease…
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July 1st marks the birthday of our country. For years I sang the anthem, wore red and celebrated. When I became a mom, holding my newborn I sang the only song I knew by heart-Oh Canada. Night after night while holding my baby, I would sing in my off-key tired voice. Slowly I began to…
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With the beat of the rain on the roof, the crowded room is dark and the screen on the TV is showing the pictures from the year. My youngest daughter is munching away on her goldfish crackers in her stroller. Today my oldest daughter graduates from pre-school. Two years ago we entered this room for…
Danielle Christopher 