Mother’s Day 2026, Memory Revisited In my locker in Toronto, tucked away behind boxes, is a small grey suitcase. It belonged to my mother and is all that remains of a life of eighty-nine years. As my brother Craig and I moved her from apartment to assisted living to nursing home, I watched how each … Read more
The Mediterranean diet is often held up as the gold standard for longevity—but what people try to replicate is the least important part of it. Yesterday, while searching through my archives for our Mediterranean Longevity board on Pinterest, I found this image from March 18, 2015. Five days from now will mark eleven years since … Read more
A poem celebrating the beauty of life and the quiet wish that, when the end comes, it finds us fully alive and unafraid.
A reflection on loving a man through prostate cancer — loss, courage, and the quiet transformation that illness brings to love.
The creative life asks us to keep dancing even when the ground disappears beneath us and the horizon refuses to arrive.
Floating effortlessly, like a starfish, eyes closed, sun warm, sea buoyant and gently breathing. She pauses. Life pauses. Or does it?
He’s authored a book called The Chimp Paradox and in it describes the three thinking brains we have. The Chimp – the limbic, emotional, impulsive, childlike; the Human – frontal cortex, contemplative and conscious; the Computer – parietal lobe, data management. In short, the Chimp, if unmanaged by the Human, can wreak havoc on our … Read more
A Poem About Dancing with Death Crouching in the field of brilliant yellow calendulaHe faces away from the sunThat glances across his handsome faceHe was my lover once We have just walked on the mountain, through the forestI gathered tiny wildflowersTo bring home to press in my journalHe posed for pictures We stood side by … Read more
A short story about a heart freed from grief. Ruby nudged the edge of the creamy coloured stone with her big toe as the warm salty water crested gently over her sun browned foot. Bending over, she pried the stone from the sand and bounced it in her hand to feel its weight. She was … Read more
My mother would have asked me, “Do you mean funny ‘ha ha’ or funny peculiar?” Right now I mean funny epiphany if that is a thing. I could laugh at its simplicity and I could be perplexed by the peculiarity of the collective human psyche. We are what got us here. Having this discussion. You … Read more