How do I choose to be here?

“What led me to this place?” and “How do I choose to be here?” are a pair of questions that I make a practice of asking myself regularly.   I identified them many years ago in a conversation with two friends who were holding space for me as I talked through my tendency to self-blame when …

Community nourishment

Last June I sent out a call for community nourishment to a small group of friends in Toronto. It started like this: “Hi friends. Since my mom’s diagnosis with osteosarcoma, followed by a life-saving below-the-knee amputation, and, now, chemotherapy, a number of folks have asked me if there’s anything they can do to help. ‘Community …

Any way you slice it, there are only so many hours

Picture a pie. Any pie. A fruit pie. A quiche. A pizza pie.  Not hungry? Okay. Picture a pie chart. Just, please, for me, choose some fun colours. Make it a joyful pie chart.  Now, imagine cutting your pie into 24 slices and serving up eight of those slices (just over a quarter of your …