A Few Things I've Been Thinking About 

My suitcase is open on the bed, and I’m already overwhelmed. I have a trip coming up, and I’ve been thinking about what to pack for far too long.

Not because I’m trying to look fabulous (although that’s always nice)—but because, like so many women, I’m packing for every version of myself that might...

I blinked - and just like that it's June.

My garden is growing, the sun is warm, and the sounds of summer are calling. Here in Canada, that means we have just a few precious months to truly savour the season - to stretch out in the sunshine, soak up every golden hour, and lean into the slower rhyth...

Time and time again, I've heard women whisper it like a confession: "I think I might be a shop-o-holic."

They say it with guilt. With shame. Sometimes with a nervous laugh to cover up how deep the regret runs with the credit card bill arrives - or when they face a closet full of clothes and still f...

Lately, I've been feeling a little ... paralyzed.

Not in the dramatic sense - just quietly stuck. Caught in the swirl of too many thoughts, too many tabs open (in both my brain and my browser), and not enough clarity to move forward. Ideas are there. Passion is still there. But the energy? Scattere...

When I invited my mother on a girl's trip to Texas, I didn't expect her reaction to break my heart just a little.

It was May and we were escaping a long Calgary winter for some Texas sunshine - just me and my mom on a rare mother-daughter getaway. I was excited for the River Walk, the reunion, and ...

Mother's Day can be tender.

For some, it's a time of bunches of flowers, and heartfelt cards. For others, it's marked by a quiet ache and the weight of memories that live where a mother once did.

I was raised by a woman who stitched strength into every seam. My mother was a European seamstress who...