Brave Hearts Make Big Apologies

A couple weeks ago, I had a heart-changing conversation. It was beautiful, healing and full of love. It was a conversation I never thought would happen, an apology I never thought I’d receive.  But this isn’t a post about the breakdown – it doesn’t matter who...

Poking My Grief

I’ve come to accept that to be human is to ache. We may try to avoid it, to keep the pain away, but our efforts are foolish. Just as a smile will once again cross our face, so will tears stream down our cheeks. Grief and heartbreak come in many forms. From a loss of...

A Snow Blowing Feminist

This was the week I learned to use a snow blower. I know, it’s not glamorous or maybe even interesting. It’s just a snow blower. But it’s so much more than that too. I’ve been living on my own since the fall of 2018. For more than five years I have been doing my best...

Poetry Therapy at The Carleton Place Collective

“Only when I began writing did I start living” Writing can free you from what has been holding you back. It offers reflection and release, an opportunity to process emotions and finally give them a home outside of you, on the page. When our messy stories...

What if Adults Were Kind to Children?

Earlier this week I was listening to the radio while driving. It’s just a couple weeks before Christmas so of course most of the radio banter is Christmas related. They started talking about a new TikTok trend of parents having a fake Grinch break into the house and...