Guest bloggers

The Lamp Post

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There are many things that can evoke memories of your childhood. For some it is a smell or a song, for me it was a lamp post. I grew up on a quiet cul-de-sac in a small suburb in Montreal….

The Scars That Bind

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Scars are intriguing and fascinating. Each one tells a story. Some people’s scars invoke a beautiful memory such as the moment they entered motherhood. Others may stem from a more somber place such as war, abuse, surgery, or other injuries….

This is what art does for children

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The best. That’s what we all want for our children. The best? What does that even mean? Talk about putting a ton of pressure on ourselves, right? When my daughter was born, I remember thinking “I want to do everything…

Living with a life-threatening allergy

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I have always been what others would consider to be an “overprotective mom” to my two boys.  Being a worse case scenario thinker has made me “one of those moms”.  When my son was suddenly diagnosed with an anaphylactic peanut…

The Secret Ingredient

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My grandmother and I were very fortunate to be so close. Not close in terms of physical or geographical distance since there was always about 500 km between us.  But rather, the rare type of close where not only could…

A letter of LOVE: To MYSELF

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I just recently opened a letter to myself that I written at the age of 22.  That is now over 20 years.  I did not expect to wait so long to open it but I never felt ready.  At 22,…

42 is too young to die

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I can’t remember with any certainty who the first friend of mine was to have sex, who the first one was to get married or who had a baby first. I will never forget my first friend to die, though…

The ABCs of RESPs

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Post secondary education in Canada has always been was pretty inexpensive compared to our neighbours south of the border. Historically, the provincial governments across Canada subsidized schooling to such an extent that there wasn’t much need for our parents to…

Would Have…

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Today is Brandon’s 38th birthday. That is, it would have been Brandon’s 38th birthday…had he not gotten Leukemia…had he not died four years ago at age 34. I miss my love every single day. But it is on these anniversaries…