Author Archives: Janet
My ego and Oprah
I have been struggling with something for many months. The dilemna is this: how do I write what I want to write here without attaching a sense of ego to the story? I know everybody will come to their own … Continue reading
Stuck? Yeah me too. Healthy living, head, heart and hips.
Well here we are again. Spring which means summer which means swimming outside which means bathing suits which means cover ups which means unhealthy eating which means trying to lose weight. OK, so now you know: sometimes my brain goes … Continue reading
I know this sounds weird but “Can I hug you?”
I’m going to see Oprah again, this time in Hamilton. #OinHamilton with some of our Own Ambassadors . Today I decided my hair needed a lift before I go, so I took myself to my favourite stylist, Justin, at Fearless … Continue reading
The shame of it all and why I love Christine
I have a friend, I’ll call her Christine because that’s her name and she’d like that. Christine and I became friends when we both joined the local parenting group. Our babies were little, they’re adults now, so we’ve known each … Continue reading
The bliss of falling apart
I am most definitely not perfect despite the notion that I was taught this was a “should” in my world. The hard part about this was how awful I felt about me because I was not living up to somebody … Continue reading
While you lay sleeping, a love letter to my children
The day felt hard from start to finish, messy rooms, tears of frustration (yours and mine) a lost precious toy and food all over the floor, walls everywhere but in your belly nourishing you. I’m pretty sure at one point … Continue reading
Be the LOVE you wish to see in the world
My husband is a firefighter, he is witness to much joy and much tragedy. Today he came home and told me about an elderly couple, married a long time, and in love. She woke up earlier than he this morning, … Continue reading
Do you suffer from this disorder?
Our parents, mine for sure, had it good. They’re in their 80s now and they have lived a good life, they’ve been lucky and we all know it. My folks grew up during the depression, through the second world war, … Continue reading
Mourning the loss of the mess
Grief, sorrow, transformation, process, ritual. I love words, I love the way they can help us express what we’re feeling. When I was a little girl I’d collect up pieces of fresh clean paper to write my stories. The crinkle … Continue reading
My broken windshield on International Women’s Day
The day started out great. It’s the beginning of a week holiday for many students in Ontario and there’s lots of excitement in the air. The snows are beginning to melt and, although it’s not yet visible, the plants are … Continue reading
