crunchy leaves underfoot conversations that comfort and challenge epiphanies in coffee shops my new macbook my husband, who sold his boat to buy me a macbook the new ipod touch that came free with the macbook the amazing wisdom from teachnow that is soaking into my...

It's official - I have become one of those obnoxious people who rave about the joys of running while chatting with friends at cocktail parties. I know - I usually want to shoot those people when I see them, so I understand your sentiments. (Please don't shoot me.)...

There's something BIG bubbling on the internet. Can you feel it? It's bubbling in the comments of my last post. It's bubbling over at Jen's site and Tara's site and Rachelle's site, and in conversations with wise people like Lianne and Desiree. It's not just me...

Here's the thing... Sophia won't leave me alone. She's like a kid who won't stop begging and pleading and stomping her foot until she gets a big red lollipop. But she's not just an annoying neighbourhood kid who goes home at the end of the day - OH NO - that would be...

In her increasingly shaky hand, my grandmother used to paint it on cushions and wall hangings with her beloved liquid embroidery. "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." Of course it is, Grandma, I used to think, but why is such an obvious statement worth...

Today is my last day of work as the Director, Resources & Public Engagement at Canadian Foodgrains Bank. Time to let go of that title, recycle the business cards, and start a new journey. It's a full day, with all the packing and wrapping up and saying good-bye. I...

Earlier this week, as I entered my last week in this job, I was hit by a giant tsunami wave of my own failure. In a series of meetings, I was reminded again and again of all of the things I wanted to accomplish, back in the early days when I was fresh and enthusiastic...

"He's gone." Just those two little words on my cell phone screen. A message that seemed too big, too permanent for the fleeting impermanence of digital text. The end of a life marked by nothing more than a series of dots. Followed so soon after the message that said...

Networking gives me hives. I hate it. Seriously. I have been known to run screaming from the room after only 15 minutes at a wine and cheese networking party at a big fundraising conference in Dallas. (Okay, so maybe it wasn't an audible scream, but it sure FELT like...