June is Men's Mental Health Month, a time to talk about something many men struggle with but few feel comfortable discussing openly. For much of my life, I believed that strength meant handling things on my own. As a soldier, I was trained to push through difficult situations, adapt to challenges, and keep moving forward no matter what. During my military career, I completed two overseas deployments, one to Afghanistan and another to Iraq. Those deployments meant leaving behi

Have you ever had verbal diarrhea where you realized you just told somebody your entire life story… and all they did was ask you for the time? If not, you might not relate to this. But me? I’m an over-sharer. Always have been. Probably always will be. Open book, no hidden pages. You ask a simple question, and suddenly you’re getting chapters, backstory, and a full breakdown of how I got there. And if you ask my opinion? Well… buckle up. Because I’m not holding back, I can’t.

We got back from Toronto about a month ago, and I'm still thinking about it. Blue Jays games, the CN Tower, the zoo, the aquarium, Casa Loma. Five days of doing all the things. And somewhere in the middle of it, I caught myself wondering if we were actually taking any of it in. The kind of trip you plan for months and talk about for years. Good food, big city energy, the kids seeing things they'd never seen before. It cost a lot and it was worth it and I don't regret a single

Nineteen years, three kids and a journey through the world of being a medical mama that has pushed us to our absolute limits. More hard days than I can count, more moments where I honestly did not know how we were going to get through it. Appointments, fear, exhaustion, the kind of stress that seeps into everything and tests every single corner of a relationship. And yet. I love this man more today than the day I married him. More than the teenager version of me could have ev

My daughter is 15 years old. She keeps rescue medication in her backpack. One dose. Donated to us, because without that generosity, she would have none at all. If she uses it, there is no more. There is no prescription waiting at the pharmacy. There is no refill covered by insurance. There is just the hope that she doesn’t need it again before we figure out how to replace it. S, age 15 — carrying more than any teenager should have to. She has learned her triggers. She knows t

We were in Spain. One of those picture-perfect trips. Me, my husband, my two sisters, and their husbands. Sunshine, beautiful streets, wine, laughter. The kind of vacation you dream about. The girls decided to go tour a palace while the guys went off to find a motorcycle shop. Fair trade. Now, if you’ve been to Europe, or are lucky enough to live there, you know washrooms are not always… simple. You either pay, or you go on a hunt for the free ones. And being the thrifty Cana