We are made for connection, our bellies are empty without it.

It’s been 5 days since the Jets lost against Vegas in Game 5 and had their hopes of lifting Lord Stanley’s cup above their heads smashed....

I spent the day in MacGregor on Sunday where my parents live and where I grew up. On the way back home, Ben and I began dreaming about ou...

I did not always dream of being a social worker- I’d like to meet the people whose childhood dream is to be a social worker. Even when I ...

This blog is made possible by the 10 seconds a day when my girl is fed, changed, napped and entertaining herself. I have a feeling I’m go...

We all have our own stories about our body size: the love and the hate. There’s very rarely apathy. I’m no different. There’s some body h...

Google has become an intimate part of our lives in the past week. I mean, who doesn’t love google? As a culture, we seem to have a sort o...

I thought I would return home to a husband crying in relief that I was back from my 2.5 hour hair appointment. It’s the longest I’ve left...

In my career I sit with people every day who feel they are not in control of their thoughts; their own mind has betrayed them. Recently, ...

I never meant for this blog to be about becoming a Mom, but if my goal is to journey with you as genuinely as possible, than I guess this...

October 7, 2017. My husband and I have been looking forward to this day for many months. I, myself, have spent hours listening to podcast...