A story about aging, anxiety and acceptance as I enter my 50th year.
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A story about aging, anxiety and acceptance as I enter my 50th year.
On December 23rd, after a particularly stressful few weeks, I left a stock pot containing a severed head and limbs in the parking lot of the Burlington Mall. It was haphazardly wrapped in an old grey sheet, and I glanced back only briefly as I drove away and wondered who would be the first person … Continue reading The Pot In The Parking Lot
As we head into a brand new year, I've been reflecting on how I want to shape my blog moving forward. When I started back in 2013, my impetus was only to kick-start a personal creative practice. At the time, I was a full-time stay-at-home mom with a burning desire to honour the inner voice that was … Continue reading Tell Me A Story
My husband was at a work function and I was home with the three kids. As soon as they were happily entertained, I snuck downstairs to do a bit of work. No sooner had I plopped at my desk then my oldest yelled down "Mom - get up here quick! Velma is sick!" I bolted up the stairs … Continue reading Animal Poison Control
I woke up feeling on top of the world. I snuck out the door in the early morning light to squeak in a glorious hot yoga class while my husband and the kids slept peacefully and saved time afterwards to pop by my favorite spot beside the lake to meditate. I closed my eyes for … Continue reading Keepin’ It Real