Sometimes I worry if anyone reads anymore. I work alongside a lot of university students, so I realize their time for reading is filled with mandatory pages of text books. But most of them confess they've never been "a reader." Of course, this is a disappointment to me, who wants to discuss favourite authors, most... Continue Reading →
naming harm, as a healing practice
If you've ever been on a healing journey you'll know what I mean when I say you really have to feel your way along. There are a thousand ways through the maze and I don't even know yet if there's an exit. Last year I ran my first 5k road race. At the end, even... Continue Reading →
rescuing, not re-writing
Do you remember those "Choose Your Own Adventure" books from when you were a kid? I loved reading, probably because we didn't have a TV and it was one of my only forms of entertainment. And I always thought the idea of a story with multiple possible endings would be fun, until I started reading... Continue Reading →
Something Deeper 