Some seasons test your patience in ways you don’t expect.I knew a renovation would mean dust, delays, and a bit of inconvenience. I didn’t imagine standing in my home months later, no floors, no bathroom, no plumbing, waiting for work that still isn’t finished. We were told it would be done by mid-August. Then mid-September.... Continue Reading →
It is hard to explain why, though I am certain many others can relate, but there’s something about September that has always felt more like a new year to me than January ever could. Maybe it’s because I have spent so many years of my life driven by the school calendar. Maybe it’s the shift... Continue Reading →
The days are stretching just a little shorter now. The air, though still warm (and some days, oppressively hot), carries that subtle whisper of change. Summer is winding down, and with it comes a swirl of emotions. In our home, we are living right at the edge of endings and beginnings. The renovations around us... Continue Reading →
When I was nine years old,sitting in a Grade 4 classroom with a lined notebook and a freshly sharpened pencil,my teacher, Mr. Kressler, asked us to write a story:“If I could change the world.” Most of my classmates grinned wide and leaned in,ready to write about inventions and robotsand space traveland saving the environmentand becoming... Continue Reading →
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to belong. Not just the kind of belonging that comes from being in the right place at the right time, or having your name on a list. I mean the deep kind. The kind that settles in your bones when someone saves you a seat,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, we made lunch in the garage. Well, truthfully we make every meal in the garage, but this was a purposeful lunch. Not just any lunch. This one was for the crew building our kitchen, the space that’s slowly taking shape behind sawdust and the hum of saws. And the crew that is here every day, working... Continue Reading →
Right now, the rooms are quiet. The furniture has been packed away, the floors are bare, and echoes bounce off the walls that once held stories, laughter, and shared meals. The dining table, the sofa, the lamps and books and dishes are gone for now. Carefully stored. Waiting. In the driveway sits a big steel... Continue Reading →
The past week has been hard. I have been fighting off some sort of cold-like virus and it is knocking me out. Just when I think I have turned a corner it returns, and seems to want to spar with me a little longer. Nevertheless, while my posts have not been daily, as I intended,... Continue Reading →
This time of year is tough for me. Everyone is sharing their New Year's resolutions and showing off their glow ups, their "best life" videos, letting the world know that they are not embracing their imperfections, they are eradicating them. And for most of us, that is hard to see and hear. Many of us... Continue Reading →
Christine Sharpe: Writer, Speaker, Leader . 