When our boys were little they treasured our story times. Especially after dinner, when they were bathed, now in their pyjamas, we’d gather together on our living room couch. The...

Last spring my mother’s health began to falter. Sensing she was entering the last leg of her journey, I pressed pause on many of my commitments. I knew I would...

I know we’ve all been there. Where we’ve worried about someone. Felt disconcerted about some choices they were making. And we wrestled with whether we should say something. Wondering if...

Our stories matter. Stories are an entry point for us to become known. Where the fertile space is cleared for greater understanding, compassion and appreciation. Where others can be inspired...

We hold tightly to our stories. Afraid to share their truths. Preferring to appear normal, to fit in, we end up hiding behind masks, feeling alone and disconnected. Unknown. We are...

When we are in the midst of suffering, and at the end of our self and our own resources, we are often confronted by the paradox that though we may...

I opened the curtains and peered into the morning darkness. The light was just beginning to spread across the skyline, brushing the snowy landscape with an unusual shade of blue.  My breath left...

I am delighted to have one of my articles “A Transformative Dinner Discussion” published on “Around the Table” today! “It started just before dinner. As our three teenaged sons began...

Those who know me, know I am passionate about mentoring and cross-generational relationships. And not just because I feel called to foster younger women’s leadership and strengthen their faith, but...

My two grandsons, both around a year and half old, are in the developmental stage where they are astutely watching everything around them. They seem especially interested in observing people....