Category Archives: Gabriel

Then. Now. Always.

Posted on December 10, 2013 by Mrs. Spit

He asked “who that wee tiny baby was” *** In late October, I fed my boss dinner, before he caught a late night flight back to Vancouver. I was getting dinner on the table while Mr. Spit gave him the … Continue reading →

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Between Dust and Water

Posted on December 5, 2013 by Mrs. Spit

I read a post a late last week, and the writer made a comment about how she lives between the dust of Ash Wednesday and the Waters of her baptism, and it is a constant tension in her life. The … Continue reading →

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Keeping Tune

Posted on October 17, 2013 by Mrs. Spit

It gave me pause, that status update. There is, of course, no word to describe a parent that loses a child. Just like, in the end, there are no words to fully describe the loss of anyone you love. There … Continue reading →

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A Red Haired Boy and the Smithsonian

Posted on January 29, 2013 by Mrs. Spit

I picked up Richard Dawkins’ book The Magic of Reality at the airport on Sunday night. I’m on a self improvement kick again, and feeling guilty about my tendency to read stupid murder mysteries rather than mind improving non-fiction and … Continue reading →

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Still Her

Posted on December 12, 2012 by Mrs. Spit

I went to mass on Monday night, and the readings were tough. I will praise thee O Lord, with my whole heart. I will show forth all thy marvelous works. I will be glad and rejoice in thee I will … Continue reading →

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Still Standing

Posted on December 11, 2012 by Mrs. Spit

How quickly I learned to lie about what happened to me five years ago. Well, perhaps not lie. Mr. Spit sent me flowers yesterday, and as I walked out of the office at the end of the day, a colleague … Continue reading →

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Then

Posted on December 10, 2012 by Mrs. Spit

I held my son in my arms for an hour. He was mine, ours. Loved and wanted.  I can feel him in my arms. I can hear myself singing to him. He would have been 5 today. He would have … Continue reading →

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Tie a Knot

Posted on December 9, 2012 by Mrs. Spit

My mother used to tell me that when you got to the end of your rope, you tie a knot and you hang on. I just got through security without mishap because of the good auspices of two oil field … Continue reading →

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This Present Strageness

Posted on December 8, 2012 by Mrs. Spit

It is Saturday, and I will do some work and then I will study. I will think about what I want to cook for Sunday dinner, I will think about things I need to pack. I will knit some and … Continue reading →

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Forget Your Perfect Offering

Posted on December 5, 2012 by Mrs. Spit

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen, Anthem I thought I had a plan for next Monday. It wasn’t a … Continue reading →

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