
Honouring Me
ICYMI my word of 2023 is HONOUR. Here’s how that’s coming along. What I have convinced myself I should be doing this morning is going to get an air fryer. I have not

ICYMI my word of 2023 is HONOUR. Here’s how that’s coming along. What I have convinced myself I should be doing this morning is going to get an air fryer. I have not

For a few years now a friend of mine has been encouraging people to choose a word for the new year. It’s a way to set an intention or a direction going forward.

This Christmas is going to be unlike any I have ever experienced before. There will be no one for dinner on the 25th and absolutely no one buying me gifts. And I am

I am currently going through a major life transition, and I have to say it is a gut-wrenchingly painful experience. My emotions have run the entire spectrum from one end to the other

I am about to hit send on an email. My heart is pounding and I feel like I am back in middle school sitting alone in the cafeteria eyeing that kid I would

And now here we are in 2020 and I seem to be falling apart. “What’s wrong with me?” I ask. “I’ve been through much worse so why can’t I handle this?” I wonder.

I normally really enjoy blogging. It’s a creative outlet for me that has come to be an important part of my routine, but since the world went sideways my mind has gone blank.

Don’t get me wrong, we had some great family time over the holidays, but we also had our challenges. Lots of them. Maybe it’s just the age the kids are at now, but

Rude Awakening It started off a normal week like so many others that had come before it – work, kids’ activities, chores and all the mundane things that make up our lives, until

Blank Canvas “You should come,” said my business coach. The last time someone whose opinion I really respected said something to me that started with “you should”, I listened and that turned into

Last Christmas was the breaking point for me. I remember standing amongst the chaos on the 26th of December and feeling upset to the point of nausea. There was so much stuff. Everywhere. Flung

Mon chat est mort. This is the title of the book my daughter has written and illustrated at school today. My cat is dead. Well, this should be an interesting read. I pick