I don’t remember when you started The Aidan Company. I don’t remember a time when you didn’t have The Aidan Company for all the millions of ideas that go through your head. It encompasses everything from policing, toys, medical equipment, city planning, the country you are going to run and hundreds of other things that […] . . . → Read More: Just Write (3) The Aidan Company
I see his small hand in mine and feel the warmth. Sometimes he grabs my hand, but now it is mostly me that is holding on for dear life. I hold on because he is my baby, the last of my babies. I hold on for fear, I hold on for warmth, I hold […] . . . → Read More: Just Write (2): Hands
The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity with camps for the boys, writing for me, driving the boys to the North Shore for Aidan’s bike camp, going to Evans Lake for the before school camp for the family and finally the begining of the school year. By the time I get home […] . . . → Read More: What’s Up Pussycat?
I wrote this last spring and a lot of it still feels true. I think I may have some solutions or at least some ideas on how to make things a bit better.
Sometimes I feel like a horrible mother. Sometimes I feel like a horrible person. This is one of those weeks and it is […] . . . → Read More: Sometimes Life Gets the Better of Me: Revisted and Revised