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...

The Day After – Living with PMDD

The day after the PMDD I wake, and once the fog of my meds lifts, I have a bit of a spring in my step. I get out of bed with some energy, a hint of excitement even. It’s funny, because the feeling doesn’t feel familiar. It feels foreign. Two weeks have passed since...

Sola: To be female and alone

It’s quiet. They’re gone. It’s just me, a glass of pinot grigio and my laptop. I do love my kids, so very much. And yes, I often miss them when they aren’t here. But also, I so very much love my time alone. I love the quiet. No interruptions. Following my own rhythm...