Pocketfuls

There are echoes everywhere when one moves houses. The obvious physical ones bounce off of empty walls, growing louder each day as the soft ...

This post is a piece of creative non-fiction I wrote for a CBC contest back in the winter. It didn't capture the attention of the judges...

The crickets chirp in earnest now from their secret spots in the backyard gardens. It's a steady, late summer song that carries us, ...

Matt and the boys and I enjoyed the first long weekend of the summer by staying close to home and hanging out all together. There was lots o...

One recent afternoon, Noah came home from school and found our main floor bathroom unexpectedly half-dismantled and out in the hallway, and ...

There was an article in our local newspaper this morning about a relationship contract drafted by an 8th grade girl and signed by an 8t...

I planted our vegetable garden mid-week last week, and by the weekend, there were already tiny, eager green shoots pushing their way through...