Selling The Farm
My mother grew up on a farm near Borden, Saskatchewan. Born the April before the stock market crash of 1929, she was steeped in uncertainty and lack. The farm she lived on until she was a teenager had been in the family since 1906, when her grandfather and his brother...
Discounted
It happened almost 20 years ago at the gas station. I filled up my car (back then a sporty little tourmaline coloured Sunfire) and went to the kiosk to pay. The boy-man attendant handed me my change, looked up and said, “thanks Ma’am, have a great day.” Wham, Bam! You...
Peak Performance
It’s been a year this month that I left my job. One revolution of the earth around the sun, endless summer giving way to seemingly endless winter. And now, spring and another season of beginnings. I had hoped that, at the end of this year of change, I would emerge...
The Good That You Do
It is easier to feel successful when you are making money. At least that is true for me. And, until the point last year when I quit my job to follow my spirit, I felt relatively successful. I still have most of the things I had then: good health, a lovely daughter, a...
Kindness of Strangers
I don’t think I am alone in feeling lost and hopeless, given the news lately. I am specifically speaking about the shootings in Paris. I am generally speaking about fear, hatred, isolation and intolerance. It’s easy to feel both foolish and incredibly naïve if you...