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About Christine Shaw Roome
Born on Alberta soil, Christine made her way to British Columbia to attend the University of Victoria 20 years ago and, of course, has not looked back. After testing the waters in three faculties, she finally committed to an undergraduate degree in women studies and history where she learned how to write and think critically about the world. She followed this with a master’s degree in history, which she now uses to write historical fiction.
Christine supplemented her undergraduate and graduate degrees by shelving books and working at the circulation desk at UVic’s McPherson library. A firm lover of books, she found it very difficult to leave the library and even when she did it was only a brief flirtation with the private sector. She now works as a professional fundraiser for the McPherson library.
She writes in the mean early hours of morning, during children’s naps, on coffee and lunch breaks and in any other nook and cranny of time and space that she can carve out. She writes about motherhood and parenthood because she is in it, but plans on doing so much more. She reigns queen over her household of boys which includes her husband, Loch, her nearly-four-year-old, Corbin, and her now one-year-old son, Hamish.
Arrival
What I really want is for him to play on his own for a bit so that I can focus on acclimatizing. But he is a child and continues to poke me. He orders me around in that oh-so-charming-and-irritating way that only a three year old can do until find myself at wit's end and I tell him that I'm not going to play trains anymore. [Read more]
Back to Work: The Gong Show
A mom trying to balance work and raising two little boys feels like she's on a hamster wheel. [Read more]
Good Morning
Mornings have become practically unrecognizable with the addition of two small children but amidst the chaos is sweetness. [Read more]
Middle of the Night: A Mom’s Reflections
I can set the clock by Hamish. It’s 2:30am and just like every other night he’s up to have a feed. I have woken up at that point in sleep that makes me feel as though I’ve been drugged. When I pick him up, all of my concentration is on making it... [Read more]
Watching Him Go
“They’re here, they’re here,” squeals Mr. Three because I’m Three. My second set of parents, Helen and Barry Roome, pull up in their white mini van. My son runs to get his gear and starts to put on his shoes, chatting wildly... [Read more]
The Love Truck
A mom comes to love an ugly, junk-filled 1989 Chevy Durango pick-up truck when she discovers that sometimes looks really don't matter. It's the personality that counts. [Read more]
65 Red Roses – Celebrating Eva Markvoort
When she was a child, Eva Markvoort's malapropism for "cystic fibrosis" was 65 red roses. During her too brief life, Eva reached out to millions of people through her blog and the film 65_RedRoses. [Read more]
The Things We Carry: Blessings and Burdens of Motherhood
A mother of two struggles through childcare, kids' parties and massive tooth pain, and ponders the blessings and burdens of motherhood. [Read more]
I Don’t Buy the Argument
I don’t buy the argument that “it was his time to go.” Of course, I acknowledge that he was tired and more than ready to meet — as he would say — “the big man upstairs.” I’m grateful that he stuck around in this life for as long as he did. [Read more]
The Perfectly Discombobulated Mother
A mother realizes that there are good and bad times for buying a car. This was a bad time. A really bad time. [Read more]
