Treat. Yo. Self.This was my daughter’s mantra on my weekend visit into Halifax, the city of students.For us, a brunch out, a day of shopping and a dinner out were the extent of our madness, but was it was great to do whatever we wanted and take all the time we wanted eating and talking.What … Continue reading Happy times with my Daughter
Women’s Issues
Hi I’m Meg Edwards, How may I help you?
I live in the Canadian Maritimes among some of the most kind, polite and thoughtful people in the world. In our small rural village we smile at strangers, wave at cars, hold doors and offer help. It is lovely and the one time someone was randomly rude to me in a parking lot (in Moncton). … Continue reading Hi I’m Meg Edwards, How may I help you?
Mid Life Mojo
Mid Life Mojo – Low Lying Libido There are times in a mother’s life when she rightly feels that she has lost her ‘mojo’. And the reason is pretty obvious; exhaustion! But I also think that it has something to do with lack of time alone. In order to feel good in your body, and … Continue reading Mid Life Mojo
Only Your Mother Knows for Sure
We live in a man’s world, and any man that disputes that fact is not a man that understands a woman’s life. When my husband was recently in Halifax with our 19 year old daughter, they walked around at night, on any road and through empty dark school yards. He recognized that she would never … Continue reading Only Your Mother Knows for Sure
A Painful Topic, really Painful
A Painful Topic, really Painful While we were in the park yesterday my little one said “I don’t like any games when I am lying down and someone is standing over me because of this” and waved his hand delicately over his crotch area. I said, “Oh, I see”. He continued, “I don’t really like … Continue reading A Painful Topic, really Painful
Labour Day and Rose was Born
When I held my new born daughter Rose in my arms on a sunny Saturday 19 years ago I was suffused with happiness. I remember thinking I had joy flowing through my veins. I felt as if my body was creating an ecstatic yet calm energy. I’ll never forget the feeling of sitting in my … Continue reading Labour Day and Rose was Born
Body Image, Nude Modeling and A Woman of Middle Age
When I was twenty and had a fabulous figure I worked as an artist’s model while studying at school. As a shy young girl I was embarrassed by my womanly body that brought me unwanted attention. Blossoming into a woman I transformed from a quiet plain-faced kid to a woman with long legs and pretty … Continue reading Body Image, Nude Modeling and A Woman of Middle Age
Notes from a Sinking Isthmus 