Topsy Turvy.

I kind of had an epiphany last night. It was an unexpected one, from a conversation where I least expected it, but it basically amounts to this: I need to learn how to be happy. But I definitely don’t need to change or fix who I am. Now I know all of you are...

On my own terms.

I was writing in my journal this morning about success, a topic that I continually struggle with. I’ve been trying to reframe it, into something I can grasp. I think part of my problem is that I see success as so far away, so distant that I can’t figure...

Always listen to the happy 93 year old.

She probably knows something you don’t. I met the most marvellous woman this weekend. Charlotte is her name. Every single Saturday, she shows up at the Queen Street arts festival, rain or shine, and stays all day to sell her art. She is 93 years old, and has...