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…
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…
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…
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…
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…