If you were to chart a graph that measures the frequency of my blog posts in relation to the state of my mental health, you would notice a direct correlation between an increase in posts when my headspace is less than st
Anyone who knows me, knows that I can usually be found prancing down main street, latte in hand, leading a one-woman parade to celebrate the first day of school each fall.
On a scale of Brinley to Avelyn, how are you feeling about life these days? Crazy-eyed with a buck-toothed grin, just letting the days wash over you? Or are you seemingly well-adjusted like the kid in the middle, fresh-f
“Trauma” is a word that can sometimes be carelessly overused.
Normally the kids in our province would all have been heading back to school today.
The highlight of my day is often the trip to the frozen tundra of my deep freeze.
