The Loss Art

10/19/2026

No apologies. No explanations. However you're grieving is just right for you.

❤

10/11/2026

Here’s my recipe for a fabulous Friendsgiving:

Friends who are like family.

Perfect fall colors and weather from Mother Nature, another friend to cherish and care for with love and respect.

Fun activities, like a day at the , a soak in the hot tub, hand care by Mary Kay and board games, like intense sessions of Sequence.

Special treats, like corn dogs and Poutine, comfort food like homemade chili and roasted red pepper soup, and an upscale Thanksgiving dinner made by your friend who shows her love by cooking for you.

To those who shared this time together, those who couldn’t join us because you were with other family, and you - thank you for being a friend!

09/26/2026

Last night, I had the joy of attending my first Homecoming event as an alumna celebrating a reunion year. Thanks so much to our gracious hostess, Terra Ahrens! Everything about the evening was wonderful - the venue (Century Centre at 100 Kellogg Lane), the signature cocktail (gold dusted Prosecco), the delicious buffet, and especially the opportunity to attend a swanky event with my two favourite King’s alumni. Celebrate the moments, peeps!

09/22/2026

I’m just heartbroken. Please, please don’t go to marine parks or theme parks that hold marine life captive. There are many inspiring and harmless ways to learn and teach our kids about our oceans and the precious life they support.

A fourth whale that was moved out of Marineland in July has died after struggling with its health since arriving at her new home in Chicago, Shedd Aquarium said Monday.

09/21/2026

This morning, I awoke from a dream that sent me into my first crying jag in I don’t know how long for the loss of my sister. I was so affected by this dream that I cried all through my 20-minute morning meditation and again when I conveyed my dream to my husband.

Laurie died 31 years and 5 months ago.

I’m sharing this with you because we never know what will send us headlong into a grief wave. They can unexpectedly be triggered by a sight, sound, smell – or even when we’re not aware, like in a dream. For the first time, I sat on a rock to meditate this morning. I got as close as I could get to the water so that my tears would flow with the lake and my cries would mingle with the sounds of the waves.

I needed to feel connected to nature and I believe in giving yourself what you need when you need it. No explanations. No apologies. You come first. Then you can share the best (current) version of yourself with everyone else.

Because I would be curious if you told me you had a dream about someone you loved who has died, here’s the short version:

I was hosting people at my house, which was actually my parents’ house in Woodstock. The guests included current neighbours and even a person I play cards with on Wednesdays. Dreams are weird! Suddenly, I’m sitting at the dining room table with my mom, who has also crossed over. I looked out through the patio door into the backyard, which was actually the backyard at my marital home in Woodstock. I see my sister dancing.

Me: Oh, thank god she’s home.

Mom: Where did that come from?

Then, I woke up. Like all dreams, there are multiple interpretations. I knew when I awoke that I didn’t mean that my sister was “home” in the great beyond. I was relieved she was back home with me. Thus, my incredible sadness when my conscious self reminded me that Laurie isn’t here.

Thank you for following along to the end. It’s hard to be this vulnerable even with those I’m closest to, much less on a social media platform. I’m practicing what I preach: There’s strength in vulnerability. And there’s healing in sharing our stories.

Grief is everlasting because love has no end date. Please be gentle with yourself as you ride the waves.

09/20/2026

Grief hurts. Loving yourself will help you heal.

09/16/2026

If you’re seeking connection over consumerism, this message is for you. There are more truths than I can count.

https://fb.watch/v/1CV-zeGLlj/?fs=e