June 14, 2015
May 24, 2015
May 19, 2015
May 2, 2015
A "Flashback Friday" story I read on my workplace intranet. Revisited words from an old book. A verse from a song I haven't listened to in years.
Things jump out at me in a different way now. With a new understanding about life.
Leif says his brother's name now. Lili, he calls him.
I tell him that soon we will go to the mountains for Liam's fourth birthday.
My season of grief is approaching. I can feel it in my whole body.
April 17, 2015
In roughly 1924-1925 a premature six-month-old baby was born, but given no chance at survival by the attending physician.
A nurse by the name of Nurse Amour sprang into action and used her ingenuity to create a homemade incubator out of an empty beer bottle, heated oil, copper wires, wood boxes, sheets and a bed frame all placed on top of a stove.
Her efforts paid off - the baby survived.
-The Lachine Hospital, Montréal, Québec
March 5, 2015
March 2, 2015
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."