Years ago, I sought counselling for feelings of overwhelm and anxiety. Along with a recent move away from friends and family, I’d started a new job, had three small children to care for, a new church to attend, blah, blah, blah. When someone suggested that I talk to a therapist/counsellor, I thought that a grand idea. I could vent to an objective person, and if I seemed off my rocker she or he would be sworn to confidentiality, or they could commit me. At the time, that didn’

Have you ever felt ‘ugh?’ I’m guessing if I stopped writing and awaited your responses, most of you would tell me that you know what I mean. That’s how I've felt too often this year, so to keep my brain busier, I signed up for some educational webinars/courses. The focus of many of these involved how to edit a manuscript properly. Editing is a writer’s favourite activity. (If you’re a writer, you’re probably smiling at that sarcasm right now.) Years ago, I took a rather l

I remember when my kids were younger. They'd fight with one another, as we parents tried to help them realize that some of their most important and lifelong relationships would be with their siblings. They may not have treasured each other then, but look out if someone from outside the family hurt one of our three musketeers. It was similar to a scene in a show I once saw, after the eldest brother had beaten up his younger sibling’s bully. At the end of the altercation, he