Sorrow may shape you, but it doesn’t define you. 

There are moments in life that change everything. Moments we never see coming, moments we’re not ready for. Some of them leave us breathless with ...

Everywhere you turn these days, there’s a cause asking for help.
And truthfully, most of them are worthy.

It’s easy to feel torn—pulled between compassion and fatigue. The need is endless, the world f...

Have you ever noticed that some people older than you energize you - and some much younger drain you?

It's something I've bee thinking about lately. I've had conversations with "elderly" women that l...

When my husband turned 65 last week, we celebrated with a West Coast cruise. (Yes, I robbed the cradle—he robbed the grave. We call it even.)

It was everything I needed and nothing I expected. I t...

That’s what I find myself whispering when I see pumpkin spice lattes and Halloween displays popping up already. Not yet. Finally, after a summer that was more raincoat than sundress, the sun has shown...

This morning, I stood in front of the mirror - barefaced, barefoot, seventy. I paused. Not to critique. Not to smooth or fix or second-guess. Just to witness.

And what I saw looking back at me wasn’t...

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 tha...

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 th...

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 ...

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 ...

My friends call her Lola.

She's the part of me that shows up when the Prosecco's poured and the truth is ready to be told.

She's strong, stylish, wise and a little sassy.

She doesn't whisper. She ...

There's just something about spring isn't there? Depending on where you live in the northern hemisphere, you may be enjoying true spring temperatures already. I live vicariously through those of you b...