I am a mother-of-three with two graduating this week. One from Grade 8 and one from Grade 12. So, I wanted to write a note to my graduates as they turn the page onto a new chapter.
You never really know how the story will unfold. No one does. We didn’t know we’d be living through a pandemic, yet here we are. You don’t have to know what you want to be. Just be curious. Take risks. Embrace failure as a lesson. Get up when you fall. Continue reading
Last night was a milestone for our family. Our oldest son graduated from Grade 8. It was a beautiful evening of group pictures and awards, friends and celebrations, dancing and swimming. I know he’ll never forget it. Continue reading
This past weekend we attended an epic celebration in honour of my mom who was named Toronto’s Mayo Person of the Year. As I watched her friends gather at the banquet tables, her family who flew in from Ireland, and her grandkids putting on an Irish dance show on the floor, I thought to myself, “Isn’t it grand when we gather together for good reasons?” Continue reading