Needing help means you’re human

Her demeanor sank when she told me she had started anxiety meds. She looked at the floor and her shoulders slouched down as if she had somehow failed; like success would have been to avoid them, or not need them, and failure was to have to take them.

Imaginative play time

Mister Rogers’ Neighbourhood was a program I looked forward to every day in my childhood.  It was a short moment of time when I wasn’t nervous or worried about anything.  I felt as though Mister Rogers was talking to me, his friend.  My heart would fill with excitement to see neighbours drop by for

Who’s looking out for our small businesses?

Earlier this year, one of the co-founders of Home Depot – the world’s largest home improvement retailer – publicly stated that if he were to start his company all over again in today’s stifling business environment, he doubts whether it could have ever grown any bigger than around 15 stores versus t

Thank you for your service

A couple years ago I read a profile of a Palestinian farmer published by Reuters. The farmer had just lost his harvest after members of the Israel Defense Force refused him access to his cropland. I have found myself thinking about that farmer a lot over the past couple weeks… were he or his childre

Frustrations with the medicals – my opinion

In 2015, I moved from the suburbs into the peace and quiet of the rurals in a primarily senior community (called The Bridges of Seaforth). The community features 73 (so far) homes besides the town of Seaforth in southwestern Ontario. Seaforth is a typical small Ontario town of 3,000-plus people.