It’s 4am, and I can’t sleep

It’s 4am, and despite everything, sleep has eluded me tonight. I’ve spent the day trying to write articles, to no avail. My brain has refused to shut off, while also refusing to turn on. It’s an odd place to be in mentally. I had thought by this point I would be back full-fledged into blogging, finding a healthy work/life balance, and simply moving forward. Blogging has been harder than I expected, not because of a lack of time, but I[Read more]

Give me hope because it’s fading fast

After the launch of my blog, I spent weeks carefully crafting what was to be my first post. Then the last few days happened, and I realized,┬áit needed to wait. It needed to wait because there are things that need to be said, because there are emotions that need to be processed, and because it’s hard to write about the goodness of God in the face of these latest tragedies. There have been plenty of people who have made statements[Read more]

Expectation vs Reality

I turned 30 almost two months ago now, a birthday that became a milestone for many more reasons than I ever could have predicted. There were the usual ones: it was my Champagne Birthday (30 on the 30th), it was 30 (holy poop, I can no longer qualify as a ‘young adult’), and you know, adulty-stuff (what exactly is adulty-stuff anyway?). But this particular birthday marked several other things for me as well. It meant I have officially lived longer[Read more]

The next chapter commences

15 years ago, I started my first blog. It was a silly little Xanga journal, used to hide anonymously on the internet and disclose some of my deep, dark secrets in a place that felt safe. Since then, my blogging has evolved into many different forms. In college, it grew from an online journal into a way to express myself and share my writing. Next, it became an anonymous safe haven where I could learn to navigate life and figure[Read more]

There is nothing ‘insane’ about mourning someone you never knew

Today, I saw someone online literally freak out over people grieving the deaths of the celebrities we lost this week. A person whose profile highlights them as a therapist, tore into people about grieving a celebrity instead of focusing on more important issues. We’ve seen the same when it comes to the refugee situation. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — the human mind, our human emotions and our hearts are not restricted by only being able[Read more]

Selective compassion is a growing problem

I have not said much beyond my expression of shock at Paris over the last couple of days, and have stayed away from Social Media for multiple reasons. I haven’t been able to say what I am feeling, because in part, I don’t know how to describe it, and the other part feels like it will fall on deaf ears. The support for Paris is incredible, but speaks to a larger problem – that people are more concerned about attacks[Read more]

Lest We Forget; An important symbolic gesture

This column appeared as an Opinion Editorial in The Orangeville Citizen on October 29, 2015. All opinions are my own and do not reflect the views of my employer. Remembrance Day 2015 is fast approaching, and Canadians across the country will soon begin to don their bright red poppies in remembrance of those who died fighting for our freedom. Unfortunately, it seems that the further in the past the wars drift, the fewer people, particularly youth, understand the significance of[Read more]

I don’t support the Pro-Life movement, but I’m not pro-abortion

  Earlier this year, I wrote for the first time about abortion and some of the thoughts I was developing about it. Since then, I’ve struggled with where I stand on the issue, and tried to figure out ways to express it. Thankfully, I have a friend who is great at tagging me on posts with articles all about these kinds of issues, that have helped lead me to where I am today. She also is the reason I realized[Read more]

Dear 12-year-old me,

I found out two days ago about an amazing project in the works to inspire, encourage, and share love with young girls. The project, called ‘In My Daughter’s Eyes’ is a collection of letters women are writing to their 12-year-old selves. My younger years, as some of you know, were a time of great darkness for myself. On the outside I did a fairly decent job at convincing the world I was fine, albeit a little conceited and obnoxious. In[Read more]