‘Being present’ sometimes looks like an exciting Easter morning or an hour spent reading with a child, but, just as often, it looks like putting one foot in front of the other just to get through the day.
How humbling it is that an inanimate object can outlast a living, breathing human being.
Dark Paths, Leo’s Light : A Story of Thanksgiving
~ written by Carla Berger Ransom I took a little journey to the unknown And I come back changed, I can feel it in my bones I f*%#ed with the forces that our eyes can’t see Now the darkness got a hold on me Oh, the darkness got a hold on me From Meet Me… Continue reading Dark Paths, Leo’s Light : A Story of Thanksgiving
I Was Luckier
Just remember not to let the things under the tree take away from those around it.
Dear Husbands, Here is a List of Things Your Wife Wants For Christmas
She wants a date – For the woman who 'has everything,' why not book her a date!? If you're married with young kids, maybe arrange a date for the two of you. If you're free as birds and get enough of each other, arrange a date with her besties...
Hate Me to My Face : More Than Ever, It’s Time to Talk to Those you Disagree With
Why speak out against hate when you can speak directly to it? Whether it's a conversation at the office, an uncomfortable disagreement with a friend, or heated discourse on social media, surely these are opportunities for REAL activism
In Defence of ‘Busy-ness’
Recently my 81 year old parents, within the span of a month, made over 30 quilts and donated them to a shelter in Edmonton...
The Self-Righteous ‘Early Bird’
I was not two steps down the path when the self-righteous early bird inside stirred. I began to mentally list all the tasks I'd already accomplished today
What If We Stopped Talking About Our Weight?
We talk about it with our friends, we obsess about it privately, science examines it in great detail, we've even built entire industries around the whole notion of 'weight.' My question is...Are we any better off for it?
Emptiness is Next to Openness
There was no room in my metaphorical wineglass to pursue my passion for writing. Then life dealt me a chronic illness...