There’s something beautifully Canadian about a holiday Monday that smells faintly of wet grass, charcoal, and nostalgia. 🇨🇦 Like the entire country collectively exhaling into Muskoka chairs. Victoria Day always feels like the unofficial gateway into summer. Growing up, it meant the carnival at Memorial Park, fireworks after dark, and inevitably arriving home with a…
Deep in playoffs and another win for Ben, because why wouldn’t there be? At this point, his season feels less like a schedule and more like a greatest-hits album on repeat. Win after win after win. No notes. Just vibes. And maybe some sore legs. This weekend, however, was not a one-team affair. It was…
Some people think success is measurable: likes, shares, reach. I’ve tried it that way. The truth? The best feedback I get doesn’t show up in analytics. ✨ It shows up in little, unmeasurable moments: After I stopped teaching dance, I expected my creativity to leave with it. But creativity doesn’t leave. It just pivots… same…
By the time Chris came along in October 2024, my life was already loud, busy, and held together by calendars, carpool agreements, and sheer force of will. Jaidyn was fifteen and fully in the era where the world is dictated by her schedule, her opinions, and the immediate emotional importance of whatever just happened. She…
My sister was born in 198- wait, it doesn’t matter. Which means she is technically aging.But spiritually frozen somewhere between a CD binder and a Backstreet Boys tour tee. We will not be discussing numbers.We will not be acknowledging candles.She exists. Aggressively well. She was there for every single one of my kids being born….
2025 wasn’t measured in days. It was measured in milestones, growth spurts, emotional whiplash, and how many snacks I bought that were apparently still the wrong snacks. It was the year Jai turned 16.My daughter. Sixteen. Which feels fake. Taller, wiser, funnier, and somehow both fiercely independent and still very much my girl. It was…
If your 20s are for making mistakes, your 30s are apparently for paying for them. At least that is what I learned the day I turned 30 and found myself a freshly minted solo mother of five small humans. Jai was 6, Kristian was 4, G was 3, and the twins were approximately four months…
Once upon a time, I had a little boy who loved trains and cars. We’d sit for hours watching Thomas the Tank Engine or Lightning McQueen, and life was simple. Then, seemingly overnight, he traded train tracks and race tracks for trap beats and declared Kanye a “creative genius.” < insert creative *sigh* here. Now,…
There’s a reason why a song, a smell, or even a sesame seed bagel can take you straight back in time. Not just in memory, but in emotion. Nostalgia isn’t just daydreaming about the past; it’s a scientifically proven psychological comfort blanket that our brains pull over us when adulthood starts feeling like too much….
Last season, two of my boys went undefeated (like, didn’t lose a single game) and ended up winning the Tri-County Championship. Cue the victory laps, proud mum tears, and the delusional belief that I might be raising the next Connor McDavid. Fast forward to this season, and let’s just say… the script has flipped. We’re learning the valuable…