…on the inside. I’ve been sharing about my experience with emotional expression through art, but art is not the only way. There are so many beautiful outlets we have at…
…intention for it to become a regular thing. It was the beginning of a new rhythm. The important thing? We are doing this together, my girls and I, and are…
…school counsellor, I debated whether I should just let it ring, or pick it up. I picked it up. The voice of a woman flooded me with her story: she…
…is interrupted and they pursue our applause and attention instead. I have experienced this even as an adult. My husband and I took up ballroom dancing once. My husband turned…
…my calling. I was very unsure of what I wanted to do. It wasn’t that I had a clear career path in mind and we were at odds, it was…
…is coming. It’s the time of year again when I yearn for the most melancholy music I can find. As I’m writing this, I’m listening to some achingly beautiful choral…
…phrase “move freely” in the corner. It sat out where I could see it. Everyday. I needed the reminder often, because it was easy to fall back into the idea…
…are responsible for. The implications are profound. Instead of treating trauma, disorder, and illness, we should be focused on restoring the capacity for resilience. Instead of worrying about what will…
…pull. We are creatures of attachment. We are social animals. There is a part of us that says fitting in is the answer. So my son wasn’t wrong when he…
…again is “immature.” It is as if hundreds of enraged preschoolers in adult-size bodies ran around the city unsupervised with matches and hammers. I am drawn to all that was…