Grief comes in many shapes and sizes. One of the questions I get asked all the time on Instagram, is “how can I help and support my friend… that just lost her daughter / that
There’s something about moving. Every time I think I’m okay, I’ll come across another “artifact” from Florence’s life. It’s like tripping over that tiny Hot Wheels car. You know it’s there but one second later
If you know someone going through something, may I offer a word (or a couple hundred) of advice? Don’t try to fix it. Don’t try to fix them or their marriage or their health. Don’t
I grew up in Victoria but often came over to Vancouver to shop. It seems funny now, but 10-20 years ago, Victoria had very little in the way of shopping. We used to drive up
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
