South African-born Ingrid Brunkhorst Hurrell now lives in British Columbia, Canada with her family. She is registered with the BC Council of Social Workers and a member of the Canadian Association of Social Workers (CASW)
She has spent several years in training,
The day our firstborn arrived, my husband went to work wearing shoes from two different pairs. He never even noticed the difference until someone pointed it out. We joke about it now, but looking back I realize he must have been just as nervously excited as I was of the delivery!PartnersJust as it takes two to make a baby, it... More..
Spring softly kissed the city with the luscious purple of the jacaranda tree the month our son was born. New life was bursting forth all around us...and within me our baby's movements became more defined, like an African stomping dance, drumming an ancient song about birth and joy and fathers who are strong and protective.Tra... More..
Beyond the BoogeymanPulling the Batman duvet up under his chin, Sammy's hands were clammy. His Dad had locked the "Outside World Monsters" out by firmly closing his window when he tucked him in. Now his concern was Fierce Red Eyes who would slither out from under his toy box and Stinky Sulfur Breath who thumped his mattress t... More..
Bluebonnets, dogwood, azaleas, and other East Texas wildflowers color-carpeted huge fields along the rolling hills of pasture on the way home from the hospital the Spring our youngest son was born... I glanced over to him, sleeping snugly in his baby chair, his facial expression angelic-pure and with no trace of the struggle ... More..
COWBOYS DO CRYSociety is often hung-over on the old clich that "cowboys don't cry." Men have been compartmentalized over the ages as seemingly non-feeling, obnoxious and thick-skinned beings who are like the proverbial bulls in a china shop when it comes to being around people who are sensitive. What nonsense! One has to just... More..
The GatheringMichael broke the news. The Lord of Hosts had issued a decree: this would be aGathering for all. All the national and regional princes were to be summoned. EveryWar Lord, every Captain, both far and wide - all had to receive The Decree.The Messengers were released, taking off in their flaming chariots like streak... More..
"Grow Down!" This was the slogan on a t-shirt a graphic artist friend of mine designed. His take was that we as adults expect kids to "Grow up!" when we should really "Grow down!" to be at their level.There is a lot of truth in his concept. However, when my oldest son was born, it became my goal to also "Grow Together!" Resea... More..
The Sky PainterFather God wrote a love note on my heart on an overcast, grey day on the Oregoncoast on my recent vacation. I was on a beach walk, reflecting on how a spirit ofrejection creeps into our lives and handicaps us, when I noticed how a very thin rayof light suddenly appeared above the horizon. For the next thirty mi... More..
Nosey neighbors. Peppermint-breath aunt Hilda with her red shoes, her sixties hairdo, who swears Elvis is somewhere in Vegas. A colleague at work who is Miss Gossip at the water cooler. Cousin Larry who always borrows, never pays back... We have met them all. Obnoxious, self-centered, egotistical, unashamedly insensitive leec... More..
She sat across me, plucking imaginary fluff from her sleeve, her eyes avoiding mine. Through the window I could see the gentle down-spiral of snowflakes. The church itself was quiet, except for the odd snap, crackle and pop' sounds wooden pews and the central heating system seem to make when temperatures fluctuate. Here, in t... More..
Ingrid Brunkhorst Hurrell
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