I once had a mental breakdown over a set of ramekins. Of course, this isn’t just a story about bakeware, or even my unnatural attachment to inanimate objects.…
I was that kid with hair so long I’d have to brush it to the side before sitting down lest I strain my neck when the weight of…
I spend a lot of time worrying that I’m a bad mother. Do I feed my kids healthy meals? Do I give them enough one-on-one attention? What will they…
As a child of the enlightened generation, I’ve never understood how someone could smoke cigarettes knowing how cell-crushingly awful they are for your body. These days, smokers have…
Having children ages you. It has to. No one stays fresh-faced and youthful by sleeping 4 hours a night, eating grilled cheese crusts and too-soft grapes for lunch while chasing…
What is it about a diagnosis that makes us suddenly feel our suffering is legitimate? Does slapping a label on a smattering of discomforts and symptoms suddenly make…
For anyone who has followed my writing over the past year, you are (perhaps painfully?) aware that I am not shy about sharing some of my most embarrassing…
Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa la la la la la la la la ‘Tis the season to be…judgey?!? Wait a minute. I don’t remember that…
This season Manulife is creating a movement of gratitude and paying it forward kindness during the Christmas season. We hope that by sharing our stories (as varied as…
During a conversation with some friends I started thinking about how my views on child-rearing have changed since having children of my own. Despite my best efforts, I…