Let not the desperate-sounding library titles, the pharmaceutical ads, and that woman fanning herself quietly in the corner of your favourite local cafe deter you: menopause is a rite of passage. But you would be forgiven if, when you hear the world...
“I don’t know what to do.” “I don’t know who I am anymore.” “Everything is up in the air.” So many of us are finding ourselves repeating these mantras of the unknown these days. They’re the language of endings and new beginnings, the lexicon of the...
I don’t care what Maslow says. Belonging is a human requirement best suited for the bottom tier of the hierarchy of needs, right alongside food and shelter and safety. (In fact, Maslow’s hierarchy has come into some question,...
Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief turning down though its black water to the place we cannot breathe will never know the source from which we drink the secret water cold and clear nor find in the darkness glimmering the...
When I started supporting women through radical life transformation over a decade ago, I, with a research-based Masters degree in women’s health (aka total nerd) wanted to dive into the research about what it means for us humans to navigate life transition....
This morning, when I crawled out of bed to begin my day, the yellowest waning moon poured her light into my bedroom window, filtering across the sleeping bodies of my husband and nine-year-old (who leaves her top bunk reliably every night, despite the stuffies...
