The Stories Heal Project

The Stories Heal Project

Today is Day One of The Stories Heal Project. Today I interview an incredible woman with an equally incredible story. It will be the first in a series of interviews as I work to compile her story into something meaningful, something transformative. The intention here...
I Said “Yes”

I Said “Yes”

My son ran joyfully through the neighbourhood splash pad, his menacing, yet innocent laugh flying through the air. I was watching him closely, but making a point of letting him be. He was six years old now. He didn’t need to me every ten seconds anymore. My dear...
The Toughest Year Yet

The Toughest Year Yet

Today I celebrate 6 years abstinence from bulimia. Surprisingly, this past year was one of the toughest. Anyone who has struggled with healing an eating disorder or addiction may know what I’m talking about, but I can only speak from my own experience. I did not...
Take Care

Take Care

I caught myself doing it again. Another habit unearthed to look at, not to judge, but simply notice. An old friend asked me how I was. My reply, without thinking, was this: “Pretty good, thanks. The kids are all getting along. My friend out West is coming out of...
Overwhelm and Open Hearts

Overwhelm and Open Hearts

The day was misty and slightly cool leaving a light spray on our skin. On each tree a scant few leaves were dead, but remained- dangling atop branches that swayed. I wore a thick wool sweater on my back and a heaviness in my chest. The ellipse of human existence had...
Moon Girl

Moon Girl

I wanted a beer. Or champagne. Something, chilled and bubbly with a kick. I walked along the icy sidewalk with care, stuffing my hands in my pockets as if the depths offered greater warmth. The day had been sunny and cold, a perfect day for writing. But now as the...
Giving and Receiving

Giving and Receiving

I always landed at her doorstep. She was everyone I had ever known and all of those whom I still had yet to meet. She had eyes that knew, with irises that were nothing less than blue pools of compassion. You felt her heart first though, a warmth emanating right from...
This is Home

This is Home

Just today I said to him: “You are blessed to be right up against your pain so you can say to Spirit: ‘This is what is happening and it feels SO awful! Take this from me and look at it for me. I want to see what You see. I want a better way.’ And the...
The Light Has Come

The Light Has Come

Thank you to Corinne and Gabby for inspiring me to write this when I considered silence instead. Sometimes silence is helpful and others it’s simply a way to withhold love. Withholding love leads to suffering. I don’t want to suffer...
Honouring Pain

Honouring Pain

When I first started giving psychic readings, many of my clients were Jewish women living in Long Island, NY. Some of my dearest friends in the world live there. The communities tend to be close-knit and incredibly supportive. At the time, many of these women wanted...
Tender is the Human

Tender is the Human

If she had seen my eyes while she was speaking, she probably would have stopped. Her eloquence, honesty and gentleness moved me to tears and pierced a place within me that rarely saw the light. As it was, she kept her gaze to the window. Summer was intense these days...