An Interview with Wally Buono and Christie Buono Schlecker Before the whistle blows and the BC Lions storm the field, head coach Wally Buono walks to the 50-yard line where his daughter, Christie Buono Schlecker, waits for him. She passes him a small piece of paper, they hug, and each turn back to go their […]
On the day of the Great August Storm, three months later, we were supposed to go to a friend’s wedding but instead found ourselves making the familiar drive across the train tracks to the hospital with a sense of foreboding. “Here we go again.”
My mother’s hands folded faithfully in prayer for her children, praying Scripture over us and handing us over to the Lord. It was my mother’s hands that helped steer and guide me through the obstacles in life.
If you’re close to my husband and I, you know how challenging the period between August 2015 – February 2016 was for us (okay, definitely longer if I’m being completely honest). But since you’re reading this article on Trinity Western’s Alumni page and I only graced Trinity’s campus for a brief 4 years and the […]
“I immediately thought, why am I sitting here thinking I can’t manage both roles when there are examples of women who can? I started to wonder if there were other female university students who shared my original concerns. Is it possible young women feel limited when it comes to work-family balance? I had a newfound passion to find out the answer to that question.”
Tia Glenn-Cooke graduated from TWU in 2013 with a degree in Christianity & Culture. Now Tia lives in East Van. She writes words for money and thinks that’s okay. She tells jokes and stories for no money and thinks that’s the best. Tia would like to feed you, you’re looking thin.
Lately, my Facebook feed has been flooded with pictures and commentaries regarding the first day of school. Inevitably, those moms and dads who send their kids to school for the first time share their raw emotions as they bid farewell to their little buddies and princesses, entrusting them to a teacher, a bus driver, a […]
Fellow parents, you know the drill. Wake up. Wake others up. Dress yourself and others. Feed yourself and others. Ensure you and the others have all things required for the day ahead. Review schedules and responsibilities with all parties. Disperse to van, car, school bus, car pool vehicle, etc. And that’s only the first hour!
“Back to school!” Now there is a phrase destined to strike the heart of any self-respecting micro-managing mother with anticipation and terror—anticipation because the micro-manager is faster than a speeding bullet, stronger than a freight train, and, well, really good at planning for any eventuality—terror because school is not her jurisdiction so none of that stuff matters. I’m not really a micro-manager, not even a helicopter mom, but I do confess to having control issues. And back-to-school season has been known to bring out the “best” in me.
I do not consider myself someone who does big life change well. It is not my natural bent. Transitions and I, we’re not friends. When I was seven, my parents sold our Westfalia and I spent the day crying because I would have to make new memories in a new van. Literally, I cried tears of anguish—over a van. My family still loves retelling that story.
“Dad, can we go to the water slides this summer?” “We can think about it.” “Dad, are we going to the water slides?” “That sounds like a fun idea. We’ll look into it.” “Dad, when are we going to the water slides?” “We haven’t decided yet.” “Dad, we’re going to the water slides this summer, […]
I was blessed with an amazing mother. Fifteen years ago, that relationship was swept out from under my feet when my mom and dad died in a plane crash. Though 15 years may seem like a long time ago, I still have some very raw moments of loss.
Is your car like mine, full of strollers, Ergos/Mobys/Bjorns, 20lb diaper bags, and countless sippy cups? Then you might be in the trenches with me. Or maybe you remember this season well. Is it me, or are these baby years a hot mess?
This year, I experience the Easter story anew through the eyes of my five year old son. His questions compel me to think about it in new ways.
Our world changed one summer when we began our home education journey.