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...

Covid-19: Will We Learn to Love Thy Neighbour?

As a child I felt a strong pull to spirituality but was raised atheist and therefore thought these longings to be silly, potentially even simple-minded. But now, as an adult woman and mother navigating the turbulence of life, I see the immeasurable value of these...

When Home Is A Small Town

Moving home…. To a SMALL town. My hometown. There’s nothing like it. Everywhere I go, there are people I know. Literally. I walk out my back door and see straight across the fence to the deck where my Grade 9 homeroom teacher enjoys the weather with his lovely wife....

Emma Fillipoff Is Missing

  I just came from seeing Shelley Fillipoff, mother of Emma Filipoff who has been missing for 17 months. Shelley is my friend in the weird way that your friend’s parents are when you come from a small town. But I am definitely friends with Emma’s sister....