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*Trigger warning – birth trauma* My heart in my throat, I paw at my cellphone in the darkness. The piercing, recognizable ring linked to the hospital is startling. “It’s Dr. Sprague,” I mumble. “Labour room one. Grandmultip. Just arrived. Fully and pushing,” comes the… Continue Reading “Home”

For My Daughter

Through my laptop speakers, classical music preludes the series of instructions that follow: ‘Arms up, toes out, and plie!’ directs the instructor. On the screen, I watch her leotard-clad body intently. As she moves, I follow, mirroring her balletic gestures. Her hair is pulled… Continue Reading “For My Daughter”

Sibling Love

“I swear you can hear their eyelids open,” Blake joked one morning after I had recounted the tales of the preceding night with two babies under two. As usual, he had slept on soundly through Alice’s nursing sessions and Henry’s night awakenings, protesting the… Continue Reading “Sibling Love”

Less is More

It’s been almost four months of our little Kootenay family adventure, living in Kimberley, BC. Two weeks ago, as a family of four, we put out our first standard bag of garbage for pick up since we moved in at the end of August,… Continue Reading “Less is More”

Adventuring we will go!

Tiptoeing through the house, I quietly gather our small duffle bag and head to the front door of our friend’s Edmonton home. It’s 7am and I am anxious to get on the road. I’m due to drive up to Nelson later that evening to… Continue Reading “Adventuring we will go!”

Wherever you go, there you are

A month ago, Blake and I packed up our home of seven years, loaded up our kids and headed across the country. We left behind the only house our kids had ever known, our supports, our kids’ friends, my medical community, my job, our… Continue Reading “Wherever you go, there you are”

Carry Me: For Megan

This week, one of my dearest friends, Megan Bollinger celebrated her birthday and like a good friend, I bought her a… yoke. Yes, a yoke. If you’ve ever portaged a canoe with a non-contoured, standard yoke, no matter what technical carbonfiber material the gunnels… Continue Reading “Carry Me: For Megan”

May she be well

In the end, it was her eyelashes that broke me. Impossibly long, feathered midnight against pale skin. The tips, crescendoed upwards with perfection. Those eyelashes, masking the horror of what lay beneath. As the solo physician covering our local ER overnight, I was called… Continue Reading “May she be well”

For Joyce

“Hey there, you the doc coming with us on this medivac?” a young pilot throws out casually through my open driver’s side window. It’s 3am. The lights from the ER ambulance bay cast shadows across the deserted hospital parking lot. His long, dark eyelashes… Continue Reading “For Joyce”

Covid anniversary

One year ago. Just twelve months, but seems like a lifetime. A year ago, Alice was ripping the slopes at Whitewater. A year ago, the kids hugged their babysitter without reservation. A year ago, Blake and I had apres-ski beers at a packed pub,… Continue Reading “Covid anniversary”