My battle with Covid-19: Part 2 The Hospital
This is Part 2 of my Covid battle story. For Part 1: The Beginning, you can find it here. This is my warning to you – this one might be hard to read. I don’t...
Read MoreThis is Part 2 of my Covid battle story. For Part 1: The Beginning, you can find it here. This is my warning to you – this one might be hard to read. I don’t...
Read More6 months ago, my life was changed, as so many others across the globe have been, by Covid. This is my story. The Beginning It all started in mid April. I developed a fever and...
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Now that Q is 12 1/2 and almost a teen, it’s become a bit more challenging to find movies that he wants to sit and watch with me. When I was offered a chance to...
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There is nothing like an epic family road trip to bring everyone together. Spending hours, or even days, together in a vehicle may not be everyone’s idea of fun, but in our family, it is...
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I often see articles and pieces talking about how wonderful it is to have more than one child, how special sibling relationships are, and how much only children (and the parents of only children) miss...
Read MoreAs I have been traveling this bumpy road on my journey with CRPS and chronic pain, I have had a lot of time to think about stuff. I’m sure for many people it is weird...
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So, I bought a bikini. Not a tankini. Not a cut out one piece, but an actual bikini. You guys. A bikini. Anyone who knows me well knows that decades (literally) of body loathing and...
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If you had the opportunity to be 100% completely honest, putting your story out into the world and not knowing where it would end up, would you? Thus begins the journey of The Authenticity Project.
Read MoreHi everyone and welcome to what I am going to affectionately call (while still cursing under my breath at the same time) One Crazy Kid 2.0. After some disastrous technical difficulties over the last several...
Read MoreIt’s only Tuesday and it’s been a hard week already. Yesterday, a police officer was shot and killed in the line of duty in my hometown, at a place that we frequent, at a time...
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I had just turned seventeen years old when I joined the Canadian Armed Forces reserves. I left for my basic training two weeks after I graduated from high school. I spend seven weeks away from...
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