Personal Responsibility or Systemic Injustice: holding the tension in a complex world
Listen to me read the post... “He was a poor man in a criminal justice system that treats you better if you are rich and guilty than if you are poor and innocent.” - Anthony Ray Hinton For nearly thirty years, Anthony Ray Hinton was in solitary confinement on death...
Remembering how to pray
Listen to me read the post: I wake up among the treetops. I peek out the window near my head and I see the shadowy lake below, surrounded by the shadowy trees. Across the lake, I hear the train that was probably the reason for my waking. I close my eyes and a smile...
A love letter to the woman at the lake
Listen to me read the post: I came here, to the lake, feeling discouraged and a little burnt out from putting so much free content into the world. This is the time of year I have to be the most active on social media because we are marketing our Fall programs, both...
The vulnerability of being a parent, especially when our children fall apart
photo credit: Unsplash Listen to Heather read the post: I can’t fix it. I want SO BADLY to fix it. My daughter is in distress, she’s far away, and all I can do is be here, listening, at the other end of a FaceTime call. I feel so helpless. My words feel empty and void...
When I remember who I am: On freedom, embodiment, and holding space for oneself
Listen to Heather read the post: I’ve come to the woods to remember who I am. As I write this, I’m off-the-grid, offline and unplugged, tucked into a tiny cabin by a lake, with just enough solar power to occasionally charge my laptop so that I can write. I cook over a...
Guides for the liminal spaces: On queerness, neurodivergence, and the boxes that don’t fit us anymore
Listen to Heather read the post: There’s a place I love to walk. I discovered it at the beginning of the summer, when my daughters and I rented a little house in a different neighbourhood of the city than where we’d lived before. It’s a low-lying area along the Red...
Lean in: On trauma, embodied trust and holding space
Listen to me read the post: I was lying on a table and the practitioner holding my arm with both hands was saying “relax your muscles and let me move your arm for you”. With all of my will, I tried. I wanted to do what she asked, if only to make my inner...
Let Go, Dear Parent (Tips for when your child moves away)
My social media feed is filling up with images of grinning college students settling into dorm rooms. Sometimes the parents who are posting those images are in the photos and grinning too, but beneath the grins and cheery captions… well, there’s a lifetime of stories and a whole host of other stuff. I can see it in their eyes.
From the Path to the Living Room: Celebrating friendships of all kinds
There’s an older man I often encounter on the path when I go for my morning walks. We’ve become path-friends, always stopping for a brief interaction when we happen upon each other. Once, he showed me how the inside of his hat was falling apart, but “I just can’t bear...
Living in this imperfect, good-enough body
I’ve been sick this week. Congestion, fever, a nose like a leaky faucet. This morning, I was just going to carry on with my day as though my body wasn’t begging to stay in bed, but then the fever finally convinced me a day under the covers was justified. One of the...
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