About Me

Where to begin. Well, the real beginning is 1975 in Trail, BC. Accidental fourth child, teacher's pet, Catholic Italian, and all the other good things that come along with an uneventful middle class childhood.

Life moved along and so did I. Not long after losing my mom to cancer when I was 19 I flew the coop to Victoria, where I've made my home ever since. After a couple rounds of university, some travels, and a few Mr. Wrongs, I met Jordan and adulthood as I thought it was "supposed to" happen began. Marriage, mortgage, career, and baby all ticked off the list as planned. Life was good.

Then, without any ceremonious warning, life went a little off the rails. Second pregnancy ended in tragedy. Third pregnancy ended with two babies born prematurely. Then came Cerebral Palsy. And thyroid cancer. And Cerebral Palsy again. And pretty paralyzing anxiety through all of it.  The "supposed to" life was buried; the life we never expected began. There was a lot of treading water with smiles pasted on our faces. Fake it til you make it rang pretty true. I gave up my career as a project manager and stayed home full time for five years to manage the complex schedule of two little boys with special needs.

And as for the rest of the crew and how they fit in this mix, they're as follows:

First there's big sister Rio. Coolest tween around. Bit of a junior achiever. Loves and mothers her brothers to the ends of the earth. Also loves soccer, snowboarding, art, and giggling with her friends.

Next came Cohen, the baby who only made it to 20 weeks gestation due to bilateral renal agenesis. She's our guardian angel.

Then there's Asher and Nolan. Funny, charming, strong, and brave. Survivors. Miracles. Lovers of lego and art. Each others best friend and worst enemy. They've been kicking ass and taking names since they decided to arrive more than three months prematurely. They have Cerebral Palsy but that's only a teensy tiny part of them. The other stuff is way more important.

And my main squeeze Jordan, AKA dad. He's a rockstar (in some circles, anyway), RN, chef, organic homesteader, handyman, artist, and all around good guy. Without him by my side? What a mess that would be.

And lastly, not to forget Jon Snow, our adorable Siamese Ragdoll, Jake, our rescue terrier, and Darryl, Layla, Remus, our Little Jerry - our egg laying hens whom we've grow ridiculously attached to.

Now that you've spent all of your time reading that, I apologize because there's not a lot more content to read. This blog has had an overhaul a couple of times since I started it - and recently I've decided to - temporarily? permanently? not sure yet? - stop blogging all together. You know - there's that whole busy-working-mom-busy-crazy-kids life stage I'm in right now. I am, however, leaving this space open for possibilities. And the possibilities are endless, aren't they?