My grandma, and all the other ladies in Ireland that I visited when I was young, had two pictures on the dresser. One of the Pope and one of President John F. Kennedy. JFK was the epitome of dreams come true for the Irish. His grandpa scraped together the four pounds he needed to sail across the Atlantic at a time when many of the windows of businesses in the new country held signs that said, “Irish Need Not Apply.” Continue reading
Month: May 2017 (Page 1 of 2)
I have realized that in life, the frame we put around our circumstances is what makes all the difference. Do we see our cup as half full or half empty? Do we focus on our shortcomings or on our gifts? Continue reading
Buddhist monk and peace activist Thich Nhat Hanh said, “People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.” Continue reading
What happened in Manchester this week is so devastating. Young girls at a concert with their idol. Celebrating music and life and being young. A rite of passage that we have all travelled in our youth. Continue reading
I saw a quote today from writer Anita Krizzan. She said, “We are mosaics — pieces of light, love, history, stars — glued together with magic, and music and words.” Continue reading
This week I had the pleasure of speaking to a grade ten careers class. I spoke to the students about finding your passion, having grit, famous failures and doing what you love. Continue reading
The soccer tournament was made up of teams of boys in Grades 6, 7 and 8. The problem was that all our Grade 8 students were away on a school trip. So my Grade 6 son was one of many younger boys who made the team. As we gathered on the stands to watch them play yesterday, the rain was streaming down in sheets and the players were soaked. Continue reading
It was just a blue suit. But as I saw my 14-year-old son stand in front of a mirror at the menswear store to get the pants hemmed on what would be his elementary school graduation outfit I thought to myself, “Where did the time go?” How did that little bundle of boy grow into this mature young man who is wondering what I thought about his choice of tie? Continue reading
And the day came when life wasn’t just about me anymore. I was a mother. I remember the first day I was home alone with my first born. I never left the bedroom all day because that’s where the baby was. When my husband came home from work I asked if he could bring me up a bagel before he left for work the next day so that I could eat. Fast forward to my third child and I was home four hours after giving birth and sending out an announcement by email. The juggling had begun. Continue reading
Do you remember when you were young and you just loved doing something? You would lose yourself in it and time would fly by. It might have been putting on plays or building things or writing or making art. You did it because you loved it and you were able to focus on it because you had no other responsibilities. Continue reading