Mother’s Day

The juxtaposition of new motherhood. The gentle touch of his hand on my boob. The overwhelming overstimulation of being touched all day. The love in his eyes being chosen as his favourite person. The exhaustion of always being wanted. The warmth of his little body...
An A to Z of 2020

An A to Z of 2020

Is 2020 a year to remember or a year we desperately want to forget? One thing is certain, we’ve been cursing it for almost its entirety. There are so many things to remember from this year – good and bad. So while I still remember and without much fanfare or flair,...
On Free Willy and longing.

On Free Willy and longing.

I had high expectations for my three-day Orca camp at the end of summer. My friends and I had booked it some months earlier and right from the beginning – the booking form – I made my expectations known. I told the small ‘mom and pop’ outfitter, my colleagues, my...
“Sorry, we’re closed.”

“Sorry, we’re closed.”

I knew travelling in this COVID environment meant things would be a little different. In fact, in the lead up to my 2 short weeks away in August, I had worked >50 hour weeks telling Canadians exactly that. I’d spent months reviewing research about the impact...