Another year full of challenges, but my daughter survived.
A personal reflection on finding unexpected love and joy after embracing solitude, and the liberating effects of letting go of social media and embracing real connections.
Today is Bell Let's Talk Day, a day focused on mental health awareness. For the past few years, I have been using it to talk about a theme for the next year.
Another challenging year, but coming out stronger than in the past.
Every year, I sit down to write out some goals that I’d like to achieve in the coming year; the following year, when I go back and read over some of those goals I had for myself, I almost never achieve any of them
An update from Kylie.
The annual writing about the past year for my daughter.
"How Algorithms Will Define Our Future and Why We Should Learn to Live with It"
Every fall, Pacific salmon go up the Fraser River and then the Thompson River to reach the BC Interior. Adams River is one of the furthest points they run to, off of Shuswap Lake.
Reflections on turning 39.
My daughter’s mother has a phrase she uses with my daughter all the time when things aren’t going right: it’s no big deal.
A wonderful and delightful short sermon about the importance of looking after your garden – your mind – in order to find peace and build a connection to God, written by John Cleese.
Death has a funny way of bringing people together. Memories of a service that was held for my grandmother, Barbara Stange.
50,000 over 30 days, just over 1,600 words a day on average.
Took the day off to recharge and now feel better than ever after spending 8 hours outside of the house, none of it related to work or errands.
Now begins the worst part of the trip home: the dreaded early morning departure.
Leave a beautiful day (+12C) in Kelowna, spend six hours in airports and planes, then step off at my destination. Step outside to see pockets of snow and my breath in the air. Welcome back to Regina.
It’s that time of year when I want to complain about it pouring rain here in Kelowna, but then I look at other parts of Canada and think, “At least it’s not snow.”
Some day, my ex is going to live up to the promises she tells my daughter. The constant disappointment on my daughter’s face is getting to me.
