I was born with brown skin and at times that has rendered me the target of discrimination. But I wouldn’t trade it for the kind of privilege that absolves me of humanity. When I was born in Kenya in 1978, a madman lived next door. He was deranged, delusional and dangerous, and he called himself…
My husband and I graduated from UBC with four degrees and a mountain of student loan debt. Both in our thirties, we held off starting a family until our education translated into secure career prospects. Finally, our first baby was on the way, and the reality of raising a family in Vancouver hit us like…
Guest post by Louise Chapman I’ll never forget our first hello in the world of fostering. In July of 2015 we welcomed Mark* into our home. Just one hour earlier we had been playing at the park with our three kids when I received a phone call asking if we would be ready and willing…
There is something exquisitely painful about holding it together for the sake of my kids while I’m falling apart. I want to clutch my daughter to my chest and bury my face in her curls, inhaling her sweet baby scent so I can carry it with me. I want to stare deeply into my son’s…
This is Noah, he has autism. You respond “that must be so hard”. I want to cry and tell you how hard it truly is. I want to tell you how alone I feel sometimes. I want you to know we need more support and how tired I am. My deepest fear that I am…
VM Voices guest post by Brie Aho of Happy Go Mama I recently left for the day with my son in the stroller without his shoes. Another time I forgot to restock wipes in the diaper bag. As a mom with Generalized Anxiety Disorder, things that are commonplace when raising young kids can paralyze me…
