The last bit of summer lingers. Cosmos and zinnias are still in full bloom. Very few trees have started to change and the weather is warm, humid. Just last weekend we were swimming in Lake Ontario. I’m in no rush for autumn weather as it will come soon enough.
Everything around me feels normal and full of beauty. In these days of motherhood, with a baby who loves to be held all the time, I have fallen behind on the news. In many ways, this is a blessing as it is the news that brings up feelings of guilt, rage and of not doing enough. But I realize that this is a temporary bubble afforded to me by the privilege of where I was born and the colour of my skin. So then, I sway between my little family bubble and the big, wide world. In an attempt to keep up, I skim the headlines. I ask my husband to fill me in on the details while I nurse the baby at the dinner table. It is not enough but it is something.Read More