My daughter is 15 years old. She keeps rescue medication in her backpack. One dose. Donated to us, because without that generosity, she would have none at all. If she uses it, there is no more. There is no prescription waiting at the pharmacy. There is no refill covered by insurance. There is just the hope that she doesn’t need it again before we figure out how to replace it. S, age 15 — carrying more than any teenager should have to. She has learned her triggers. She knows t

We were in Spain. One of those picture-perfect trips. Me, my husband, my two sisters, and their husbands. Sunshine, beautiful streets, wine, laughter. The kind of vacation you dream about. The girls decided to go tour a palace while the guys went off to find a motorcycle shop. Fair trade. Now, if you’ve been to Europe, or are lucky enough to live there, you know washrooms are not always… simple. You either pay, or you go on a hunt for the free ones. And being the thrifty Cana

I recently attended a live event in the online coaching world. The kind of thing that’s supposed to light you up, expand your mindset, and connect you with “your people.” But it didn’t feel like that for me… like at all. Instead, I walked away with this heavy, unsettled feeling in my chest. Something felt off. On paper, it was everything I should’ve loved. The lights, the energy, the big names, the “we’re all in this together” vibe. Everyone there looked successful, confident

You really do forget. You forget how heavy your arms felt at the end of the day. How the sound of a baby crying could make your chest ache. How long the nights were. How you’d hold your breath, praying the baby would stay asleep just a little longer so you could rest, eat, or simply exist for five quiet minutes. You forget the smell of spit-up on your shoulder, the way the house felt too quiet and too loud at the same time, the tears that came without reason. The days that fe

Before you read this, I want to gently share that this post contains content around pregnancy loss and stillbirth. This next piece was written by our niece Hailey, and I do not say this lightly, we are so incredibly proud of her. Proud of her strength, her honesty, and her willingness to put words to something so many carry silently. There are moments in life that change you forever. The kind you don’t move on from, but instead learn to carry. This is one of those stories. Sh

By Donna Simard Christina watched snowflakes drift softly from the sky, turning the world outside the hospital window into a quiet winter postcard. Normally, snowfall during the Christmas season filled her with joy, but this year, joy felt far away. Instead, she felt fear, uncertainty, and the hollow ache of not knowing what came next. She turned toward her eight-year-old daughter, Bella, lying in the hospital bed with IV lines and monitors gently beeping beside her. Bella wa