merry christmas to all

What a difference a year can make. Last year on December 25, Remy turned 10 months old. She had just gotten her first two teeth, and that morning, had learned to crawl. We were so happy. This year, we are mourning the loss of our second child. I suffered a miscarriage this month, and it has left a deep void in our family. This picture was going to be on our Christmas card where we revealed to close friends and family our joyous secret. Now, it remains one of our only photos as a family of four.

Friends, I truly, truly wish you all nothing but the best in 2018. Enjoy spending time with your loved ones, and give your children an extra hug and kiss for me tonight. You are so blessed to have them.

I will be taking a short break from blogging. Merry Christmas, everyone.

All my love,


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an ode to little green (part one)

1401984910.459324.IMG_4537 Today is the day that I have to write a goodbye post to Little Green. I have been dreading this for six months. Honestly, I have so much to say about our tiny house, and at the same time I cannot find the right words to describe what it has meant to me for over two years. I therefore chose to make this a two part post.

Living within Little Green’s four walls has influenced my notions on what it means to be a homeowner. I discovered how to take a small space and turn it into a big one filled with love. I learned to listen to and look at what renovation it needed next rather than what we just wanted. I loved looking after her and keeping up with chores and household duties because that was when she really glowed. I appreciated the fact that I always had a safe place to go to at the end of the day, and one that never gave us troubles of any sort. Inevitably, the neighbourhood that drew us to Little Green was the same one that drove us away from her. If I was able to pick her up and move her to our new property, I would have in a heartbeat. However, she stood in the same spot for eighty-five years, so I figured that it would be best to leave her in the only place that she knew as being home.

I hope that Little Green will continue to flourish with her new homeowners. I have nothing but hope for our Little House.



P.S. Below are selections from my favourite children’s book. Never has it meant so much to me as is does in my adulthood. Isn’t it funny how that happens?

Processed with VSCOcam with se3 preset“The Little House” by Virginia Lee Burton

Once upon a time there was a Little House way out in the country. She was a pretty Little House and she was strong and well built. The man who built her so well said, “This Little House shall never be sold for gold or silver and she will live to see our great-great-grandchildren’s great-great-grandchildren living in her.”

The Little House was very happy as she sat on the hill and watched the countryside around her. She watched the sun rise in the morning and she watched the sun set in the evening. Day followed day, each one a little different from the one before … but the Little House stayed just the same.

One day the Little House was surprised to see a horseless carriage coming down the winding country road … Pretty soon there were more of them on the road and fewer carriages pulled by horses. Pretty soon along came some surveyors and surveyed a line in front of the Little House. Pretty soon along came a steam shovel and dug a road through the hill covered with daisies … Then some trucks came and dumped big stones on the road, then some trucks with little stones, then some trucks with tar and sand, and finally a steam roller came and rolled it all smooth, and the road was done.

More roads were made, and the countryside was divided into lots. More houses and bigger houses … apartment houses and tenement houses … schools … stores … and garages spread over the land and crowded around the Little House. No one wanted to live in her and take care of her any more. She couldn’t be sold for gold or silver, so she just stayed there and watched.

1402364995.495982.IMG_4996Now it was not so quiet and peaceful at night. Now the lights of the city were bright and very close, and the street lights shone all night. “This must be living in the city,” thought the Little House, and didn’t know whether she liked it or not. She missed the field of daisies and the apple trees dancing in the moonlight.

The Little House was very sad and lonely. Her paint was cracked and dirty … Her windows were broken and her shutters hung crookedly. She looked shabby … though she was just as good a house as ever underneath.

Then one fine morning in Spring along came the great-great-granddaughter of the man who built the Little House so well. She saw the shabby Little House, but she didn’t hurry by. There was something about the Little House that made her stop and look again. She said to her husband, “That Little House looks just like the Little House my grandmother lived in when she was a little girl …

They found out it was the very same house, so they went to the Movers to see if the Little House could be moved. The Movers looked the Little House all over and said, “Sure, this house is as good as ever. She’s built so well we could move her anywhere.” So they jacked up the Little House and put her on wheels …

They tried the Little House here, and they tried her there. Finally they saw a little hill in the middle of a field … and apple trees growing around. “There,” said the the great-great-granddaughter, “that’s just the place.” “Yes, it is,” said the Little House to herself …

As the Little House settled down on her new foundation, she smiled happily. Once again she could watch the sun and moon and stars. Once again she could watch Spring and Summer and Fall and Winter come and go. Once again she was lived in and taken care of … 

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beauty school dropout

001.jpg005.jpg003.jpg002.jpg006.jpg007.jpg008.jpgHappy Monday, friends. I hope that each and everyone of you had a wonderful Mother’s Day. Whether you spent Sunday being a mum, with your mum, thinking of your mum, or alone, I wish that you all had happy hearts.

Yesterday was very bittersweet for me. We spent the morning having breakfast at a restaurant with my side of our family. The food was delicious, the kids were cute, and I got to spend it with my mum. After we left, my husband and I took Truman Capote to his Obedience graduation. Now that he has completed Beginner’s Obedience, I will start taking him to Agility classes. While I am excited for this new venture with him, it is also a painful reminder Prudence will never be able to experience anything else ever again. I feel guilt and sadness for being happy about one dog when I am still grieving another. Yet, I hope that she was running along side us today, through the obstacles and sneaking some treats. I would have given her a pass with flying colours!


good-bye, dear prudence

Screen Shot 2014-05-09 at 7.46.07 PM Prudence 013BeFunky_12.jpg OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADSCN1523_2 copy2012-12-17_17.17.042013-07-01_13.00.15 IMG_3312 copyIMG_3627Today’s post is for Dear Prudence, who was put to sleep yesterday.

Most of you don’t know this but Hello, Scarlett is actually named after my former dog, Scarlett O’Hara. Like Prudence, she also died from cancer at a young age. Scarlett was also Prudence’s half-sister. My entire blog is a reminder that we should love often, without regret, and with our whole heart. Never shall we forget those furry friends who give us a reason to get up every morning.

Although Prudence was bratty for the first 4 years of her life, and although she never came across a cat that she didn’t want to chase, she was the kindest, funniest, and most gentlest giant that ever lived. My parents were the ones who looked after Prudence, and I am eternally grateful for the life that they gave to her. She loved every person that she ever met, all of her brothers and sisters, every meal that was dished out for her,  every grooming (even though she was ticklish), every new day, afternoon, and night, every snowfall, every pond and puddle, and every animal that she played with, hunted, got kicked by, or ate. I am also thankful that I was able to spend the last minutes of her life with her. I know that she is thankful for all of these things as well.

I’ll miss you Pruby Tuesday. You’re gone with the wind, and you took a big part of me with you.

Dear Prudence
August 2008 – May 2014
Rest in peace my big, beautiful Saint.

Train roll on, on down the line,
Won’t you please take me far away.
Now I feel the wind blow, outside my door,
I’m leavin’ my woman at home, oh yeah.

Tuesday’s gone with the wind,
My baby’s gone, gone with the wind.
And I don’t know, oh, where I’m goin’.
I just want to be left alone.
Well when this train ends, I’ll try again.
I’m leavin’ my woman at home.

Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
My baby’s gone, with the wind.
Train roll on.
Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
My baby’s gone, with the wind.

Train roll on many miles from my home, see I’m,
I’m ridin’ my blues away, yeah.
But Tuesday you see, she had to be free.
Somehow I got to carry on.

Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
Tuesday’s gone with the wind.
My baby’s gone, with the wind.

Train roll on, oh on,
‘Cos my baby’s gone.
I’m riding my blues babe,
Trying to ride my blues.
Ride on train, ride on train.
Riding my blues babe,
Good-bye Tuesday.
Bye Tuesday.


  • Welcome, friends! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of two (one earthside and one with the angels), and an animal rescuer. This is our life on the Canadian prairies.

  • I was intending for this video to only be in my stories. After watching it again and again, I decided to post it in my feed as well. I wish to never forget moments like these. Remy’s typical game of asking to go in her crib only to throw everything out of it and pretend to go to sleep. Or her new one- taking her rings in with her and playing with them (after she throws everything out, of course). She makes me say every colour before going to the next one. Then she stacks them up, gets out, and shelves the toy until we have to repeat the game all over again. I let her make her messes all while trying to spend every waking and spare minute with her. These are our days and rituals. I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t wake up with this much energy.
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