A Snow Blowing Feminist

This was the week I learned to use a snow blower. I know, it’s not glamorous or maybe even interesting. It’s just a snow blower. But it’s so much more than that too. I’ve been living on my own since the fall of 2018. For more than five years I have been doing my best...

Poetry Therapy at The Carleton Place Collective

“Only when I began writing did I start living” Writing can free you from what has been holding you back. It offers reflection and release, an opportunity to process emotions and finally give them a home outside of you, on the page. When our messy stories...

What if Adults Were Kind to Children?

Earlier this week I was listening to the radio while driving. It’s just a couple weeks before Christmas so of course most of the radio banter is Christmas related. They started talking about a new TikTok trend of parents having a fake Grinch break into the house and...