Resiliency – The Grinch, soccer and moving forward

It happens when I least expect it. It might be the lyrics to a song, or the way the sunshine lights up the clouds, or even just seeing my son or daughter’s phone number come up on my phone….any tiny thing can bring tears. It seems that so many times throughout the day, something triggersContinue reading “Resiliency – The Grinch, soccer and moving forward”

Runway Lights and Workplaces – The Connection

There are two separate stories to share. One revolves around my 90 year old Dad. The other involves malfunctioning runway lights at the Fredericton Airport. They intersect, I promise. Here we go… Last June, Ontario took quite a turn, shifting from a Liberal to Conservative government. The Tories decided to make some sweeping changes inContinue reading “Runway Lights and Workplaces – The Connection”

“Drift” into this shop

I hate that feeling. If you’re a woman who enjoys doing activities that are often viewed as a man’s sport, you know the feeling I am talking about. Take fly fishing. You walk into a fly shop and the “guys” are standing there, having a Tim’s and talking about their latest fishing adventures. When theyContinue reading ““Drift” into this shop”

To Sniff or Not to Sniff

My neighbour (and good friend) David Donaldson, and I kind of do similar work. David works for Tidal Shift http://www.tidalshift.ca/staff/david-donaldson/ as Director of Client Solutions (and Grand Poobah). More importantly, he and his wife love the same wine as I do, and we laugh a lot together. A few weeks ago, David asked me if I’dContinue reading “To Sniff or Not to Sniff”

To cell phone, or not to cell phone…

A hot day means an early dog walk for Roxy, Lucy and myself. I had already gone for my morning run and now the three of us were just entering the Belfountain Conservation Area – aka the park – for a stroll next to the Credit River. Roxy’s 14, so our walks are a bitContinue reading “To cell phone, or not to cell phone…”

Belwood Step Dancing …or Brain Training on the Edge!

The Community Hall was packed with people – mothers, fathers, kids everywhere – and the judge sat front and centre, ready to assess the steps of each participant. We were numbers 205 and 206, and I was sooooooo nervous. I hoped that when the music started, my feet would just do what I have trainedContinue reading “Belwood Step Dancing …or Brain Training on the Edge!”