Almost Five

He struts alongside me – on the alert for airplanes, insects… or sticks. You can never have enough sticks. I’m struck by how tall and lean he has become. A young boy. Not an ounce of baby chub remains. Every week he stretches a little closer to the sky....

This is Four

“What did you do today at camp?” “I was drooling”. “Drooling? Um, ok.” … “Oh wait, do you mean you were drilling things?” “Yeah, drooling! I was drooling today. Like I said!” My eldest child is caring, smart, curious, stubborn, strong-willed, persistent and highly entertaining. He has the potential...

Falling into Autumn

The seasons change gradually in Ireland. Unless you note the date, you may not even notice that one season has passed into the next. Not so in Montreal. The weather is more extreme, and the seasons quite distinct from each other. According to the calendar autumn (or Fall) arrived...

Finding your Tribe(s)

Finding your tribe. It’s something you hear mentioned often, particularly when it comes to motherhood. Because ‘it takes a village to raise a child’, as the old saying goes. We all have our tribes, whether familial or otherwise. We get comfortable amongst them. The task of finding a new...

That Irish Girl

We return home to our apartment each day. And it is our home already, even if it’s only been for six weeks. Home is wherever our little family lives, as we tell our sons. It’s a fluid concept – not a concrete place. When we meet people we explain...

A House, A Home

Almost six weeks have passed since we arrived in Canada as freshly minted immigrants. “What’s it like?”, people have asked – wondering about the reality of starting a new life in another country. I honestly don’t really know. We’re in transition. Neither here nor there. We’re unknotting Irish ties...