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

We went to a funeral recently. You know the kind where you walk through the church doors and see faces you haven’t seen in years. Family members you only get to hug when someone dies. The ones you grew up with but now only meet again in moments of loss. There’s something strange and sacred about that. About standing shoulder to shoulder with people who once filled your childhood, brought together again by grief. We grew up where funerals were a familiar part of life. From as

Every year on November 11th, we stop for two minutes of silence. The world seems to still itself as voices fade, movement slows, and the sound of bagpipes carries through the air. It’s a beautiful thing, that shared moment of gratitude. But this year, when we stop and bow our heads, we’ll be thinking of someone close to home, our brother-in-law Rick, who served for 26 years in the military. Two tours overseas. Countless days and nights away from his family. Training, courses,

The Label I Wore with Pride I still remember the day I made the big decision: I was done with meat, dairy, and gluten. It felt bold. Confident. I was going to be the healthiest, cleanest, greenest version of myself. Gluten-free vegan. That was my label, and I wore it proudly—like a badge of honor. For a while, it felt like I’d cracked some magical life code. My days were filled with green smoothies, quinoa bowls, and kale chips. I preached the gospel of plant-based living to

It’s Valentine’s Day. The world is draped in pink and red, chocolates are flying off the shelves, and Instagram is flooded with #blessed couple photos. But can we pause for a second? Before we start feeling like we need to have a Nicholas Sparks-worthy romance or the perfect Valentine’s surprise, let’s talk about the most important relationship we’ll ever have: the one with ourselves. Because when we stop chasing some impossible version of “better,” when we stop picking ourse

Since it's February, the month of love, we’re celebrating by sharing timeless love stories. This is the second in our series, and it’s one especially close to our hearts—our parents’ love story, told from Mom’s perspective. 💕 How can this be? We’ve been married for almost 48 years! Yet it feels like just yesterday that our journey together began. Our love story started at a dance in May of 1976. He was twenty-one, and I was sixteen. I was shy, while he was outgoing and deter

Two weeks into January, and I'm still finding bits of glitter from Christmas tucked into corners of my house. The holiday whirlwind at my parents' was exactly that: you barely sit down before someone's asking, "Have you eaten?" even though you're still digesting breakfast. Between the over-the-top holiday spread (I'm looking at you, Mom's fourth dessert option), the wrapping paper chaos, and kids bouncing off the walls from a sugar rush that might never end, it was that famil

You know those moments when you’re apologizing for everything? Like you’re late to a party, and before you even take off your coat, you’re already halfway through an over-the-top explanation about how the roads were bad because it’s the middle of a Canadian winter, your dog wouldn’t pee, and your kid had a meltdown over mismatched socks? Or maybe it’s spilling tea on your shirt and apologizing to… what, your shirt? The floor? The tea itself? Why do we do this? Why are we, as