Ever read a good book and find yourself a bit sad to finish the last page? I had that the...
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Have you ever followed a preschooler on a tricycle? Or gone for a walk, holding the hand of a toddler?
The pace is unbelievably slow. Like, pull-you-hair-out-just-for-the-stimulation slow. I could take three steps backward for every step forward and still outpace my child. I could walk to our destination and back 62 times and my kid would still be in the same spot, staring intently at a snail. Unless the snail was moving too fast for my kid to keep up with.
It’s taken me a long time to really understand that this slow speed is actually a gift.
This blog is about that slow pace of life. I’m not perfect — in fact, many of my posts are about my struggle to live up to my ideal because, well, my failures are often spectacular and hilarious.
Are you trying to live life in the slow lane? Let’s do it together. We’ll figure it out as we go.
Last week Thursday someone slipped a note under our front door: Garage Sale. Down the Street. Saturday. Hmmm... that got...
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I suppose it's inevitable. Every kid decides to cut his or her own hair eventually, right? It's a part of...
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I started off Friday morning listening to Motherhood and Feminism on the CBC's The Current. The segment started off with...
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Yup. My mom is right - it's been a month since I wrote here. It's nice to have such a...
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I really can't say the words "coconut oil" without bursting into song: ♬ I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts,...
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