Hope. A word so small with such strength and power. I recently questioned and doubted this little word and began to chalk it up to nothing more than wishful thinking. Did it actually make a difference to hope for the best? What use is it really?

Life got a little disheveled and things weren’t going ‘my way’ or happening on my terms. And that is hard for me. I’ve always been a person who changed every situation that didn’t feel good to me. I’d quit the job, move to a new city, go back for a second chance, switch careers – I had control. So when it comes to the part of not being able to change the situation, when it is out of my control, and I know that I’m supposed to change my attitude about it – that’s the struggle. I stumbled hard. How do I deal? How can I just continue to hope and when seeing no real progress? What’s the point?

I received a text on Monday from Jeannine Hallborg, Child and Youth Counsellor at Eston Composite School. She was looking for a last-minute speaker to join them for mental health week. She had invited 7 people from the community to chat with the grade 6 to 12’s about...

It’s been a long while since I wrote. It’s crazy - I think about writing all the time – about what I would say, and how I would say it. And then life gets in the way and I push it back….way back for months on end. But not today. Today I’m showing up. And this one...

If you know me well, you know that I grew up in a small town, graduated high school, moved to the not-so-big city for college and bounced around from one major Canadian city to the next for 12 years. Long story short, I met the man of my dreams, who actually meant...

I had the luxury of attending a farming conference last week. (Not something I saw myself saying a few years ago.) But this wasn’t your typical conference. This was a conference with heart and soul. Even though I grew up on a farm and watched my mom and dad work hard...

I'd be lying if I didn't say it happens to me. That feeling of de-motivation, laziness, not much purpose, and fraud-ness. You ever feel like that? It's not something that creeps in all that often, but when it does I get frustrated with myself. And then I remember how...