Heather M. Jones
Heather M. Jones is a writer, Torontonian, and mother of two boys. When not busy writing and mothering, she enjoys spending too much time on Facebook, and trying to decode her two cats.
Five Children Are Gone In Three Days Because of Distracted Drivers And We Have...
My least favourite job when I ran a before and after school program was waiting for the school bus. It wasn’t the standing for...
This Mom Lost Her Son To The Flu – Here’s What You Can Do
Jude was a vibrant two-year-old boy. Healthy, happy, and enjoying life with his twin brother Thomas, older sister Isla, and parents Jill and Craig....
I Care That He is Kind
Today I learned that I am raising the kind of kid who sees a waitress at a restaurant drop the stack of plates and...
7 Movies That Traumatized Us When We Were Kids
Ah, 80s and 90s movies. As far as I am concerned, movies peaked in this era. Were they cheesy? More than Chuck E. You...
Leave The Peanut Butter Sandwich At Home. Don’t Be A Jerk.
It's 9:00 am and my five year old is already on his second peanut butter sandwich of the day. He has gone very few...
It Takes a Village to Raise a Mother
The first thing I learned when I became a mother was that motherhood is isolating. You make those first phone calls; you post adorable photos; you...
This is Year 12 of Marriage
There in the darkness, we lay naked on the bed, bare bottom pressed to skin. I ran my leg over his smooth back, letting...
Don’t Be the Person Who Demands to Bring Kids to Weddings
“Know what would make my dream wedding complete? A screaming baby,”
said no bride ever. When planning the reception, no couple sits at their kitchen...
Things That Happened During Labour That What to Expect Didn’t Prepare Me For
“It looked like that Pizza Pops ad from the 90s.”
That was how my husband described the moment I delivered the afterbirth during my labour...
Why I Want to Be Like the 70 Year Old Naked Woman at the...
"They sure do let it all hang out there, don’t they?
” I thought to myself as I slipped my 16-year-old body into my bathing...