The Light of my Life
When I was a little girl, my Mom would always sing to me. A lot of hymns, nursery rhymes, songs from artists who were part of my Dad’s vast 8-track…
Caregiving
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When Being Strong Is the Only Choice
“You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only choice.” — Bob Marley I saw this somewhere on social media shortly after my daughter suffered a…
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My Adapted Christmas Traditions
As the numbers of my household members has shrunk over the past few years, it has become harder and harder to keep up the magical feeling that comes with the…
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Wiping Butts
Sure, poop is gross. I agree. But we all do it. And (hopefully) do it often. As a caregiver I deal with a lot of poop. Like, lots. Because everyone…
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A Grateful Goodbye
Leaving a job; something many of us have done or will have to do. These changes are big and thoughtful decisions often supported by a good ol’ pros and cons…
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Help Me Keep the Fear At Bay
I’m freaking out. In January, I was one of those people who was paying attention. I was devouring world news and knew about the Coronavirus and I started to get…
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Two Feet and a Heartbeat
One of my few pandemic related bright spots has been my discovery of walking. It’s not like I didn’t know how to walk before the March lock down, it’s just…
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The Notebook: Journal of my daughter’s health crisis
My mother loved to give notebooks as gifts. For birthdays and Christmas or to mark big transitions in life, my mum would write a short inscription on the first page…
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I Could Never
When I tell people I’m studying Disability Studies or that I work at a group home or work as an inclusion counsellor, some of the most common responses I get…
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Where there are secrets, there is shame
Where there are secrets, there is shame. Shame can only exist when things are kept secret. Healing cannot happen in the shadow of shame. These are not my words but…
