On the Things that Hold
As long as I have words, I will be ok. This is a line I tell myself whenever I feel on the brink of being not ok, or whenever I am beyond...
On Gratitude
I have dreamt of this. This. A four-year old boy, digging in the sand, building a castle (“for the mice”) with his dad. This. A ten-month...
On the Road
When it is your door, it will swing open effortlessly on its hinges and summon you through, towards the light that is a direct reflection...
On Befriending Death: Letter of Intent
I knew my beloved Grandpa was going to die before anyone else did. I was eight years old. He was not sick. He was young and vibrant and...
On Beginning Again (Happy Spring)
Every day—every moment of every day—is an opportunity to take a deeper breath, to make a different choice, to break a harmful pattern and...
On Being Brave (& Being Born)
Here we are, sweet baby, teetering on the cusp—the cusp of Life on Earth (for you), the cusp of Life as a Mama of Two (for me). We are...
On Befriending the Land
My little family and I just moved from the bustling city of Toronto to the wilderness of northeastern Ontario. We left the city of our...
On Embracing Writing
Before I wanted to be a mother. A traveller. An actor. A teacher. A healer. Before I wanted to be anything at all, I wanted to be a...
On Reclaiming Our Bodies & Our Stories | In Response to Me Too
Does it count? When she's eight years old, in the bath, and her older male cousin walks in and watches her bathe and she says, “please...
On Holy Work
There comes a time, in everyone's life, when the fear must drop away so that we can drop down into the space we are meant to occupy,...