You know that feeling when you stumble upon something that reminds you of yourself? That’s how I felt when I opened up my October subscription to Rooted Childhood. I knew that this resource would create
I was really honoured to be interviewed by Today’s Parent magazine a few months ago about our time with Florence and Canuck Place. Christen put together a beautiful article that I’ve linked to below. Excerpt
Children’s books always used to break my heart. When I would read books to my eldest, Florence, I found myself omitting parts of the story, like “when you grow up you’ll run and jump and
These days, the glamorization of busy and full and accomplishment seems to top slowness, softness, self care and self love. Just the other day I shared about hustling and slaying, and the language that is
It has been a long time since I’ve let myself be scraped raw and shared some words in this space. It was impossible for me to come back to this place and revisit the grief.
When Florence was alive, I dreamt of bringing together mother’s that had experienced unusual motherhood experiences together. I imagined what it would look like to hold the hands of other bereaved mothers. To share the
I’ve shared about my postpartum journey on the beautiful platform called This is Brave. “Postpartum anxiety. Anxiety in general. All of it. It really sucks. It wasn’t until recently that I realized I lived with
These blessings are specifically written for mothers and fathers that have lost children, because this is a grief that is specific to me. However, I also wrote them with medical mamas and dads in mind.
These blessings are specifically written for mothers and fathers that have lost children, because this is a grief that is specific to me. However, I also wrote them with medical mamas and dads in mind.
This advent season, I wanted to write, but I didn’t know where to start. The last seven months have been extraordinarily hard, as I’ve waded through grief and trauma. The emotions and fears that simmered
May 1st 2017. I started the day with good energy and decided to get out of the house with my son. It was another rainy, Vancouver day. I felt a tiny bit apprehensive and felt like
