Anyone can have a crappy day — or week, or month. But there are practical and readily available solutions to get to the other side of a bad day.
Perhaps we are similar? I consider myself fortunate, resilient and optimistic. But I have never witnessed a tougher two years. This week alone, I am having a hard time keeping up with all the dramatic and upsetting news out there. …
In 2020, for the fifth year in a row, Canada was the #1 country in the world for Quality of Life. I hope our status will remain in 2021.
Canada also ranked as the fifth-best country in the world for women, third in business, and second in terms of citizenship. I wasn’t surprised to read this. As a Canadian, I consider myself very fortunate.
This leads me to ask — who are the happiest people in Canada?
We happen to know. Léger, the largest Canadian-owned survey and research company, has been tracking happiness in Canada since 2006, and they publish…
When I came across this quote, it struck a chord.
“While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.” — Leonardo Da Vinci
My local Montreal newspaper has been running the story of Dr. Nadia Chaudhri, a Concordia University neuroscientist diagnosed in June 2020 with metastatic ovarian cancer, who chose to chronicle her journey on social media.
The dog days of summer are supposed to be slow news days and yet they are anything but. The whole world seems to have fallen off its rocker.
In Montreal, we are finally able to gather with friends again and share a meal. Even though there are lots of topics and world events to talk about— including the election in Canada — we are back to discussing language. Heated discussions. And the dinner conversations just got more intense.
In the 30-plus years I have lived in Quebec, it feels like we have had only a few breaks from the usual…
Good question, eh? Today is the second anniversary of doing something about reaching my lifetime quota.
But any drinker knows that I reached my quota long before I actually quit.
It doesn’t matter what kind of a drinker I was. There is no one size fits all type of drinker or way to get sober. I never compared myself to anyone else. I never thought, “Oh my God, at least I don’t drink as much as her.” All that mattered was I always thought about quitting because it was affecting my life.
It was monumentally hard to quit — alcohol…
Each of us writes for a reason. Some of us want to quit our day jobs and earn our livelihood writing; for others, it’s a source of additional income in uncertain times; and for some it’s part of the job — reports, proposals, emails, letters, and internal communications.
The tedious task of editing and proofreading our writing usually falls on us because we don’t have the time or luxury of hiring a professional editor.
As writers or professionals, we know readers lose interest when something is poorly written. In a business setting, sending off a proposal or report with typos…
My dear friend,
I haven’t written to you for a while, and it’s been even longer since we have seen each other. In fact, I think it has been over five years. That seems like a particularly long time since we once had a hot relationship, and we saw each other regularly. We had a special bond and I would love to rekindle our cozy relationship.
It thrilled me to learn this week that you can visit me here in Canada starting August 9, when our border opens back up to you. Of course, you can only come if you…
I rarely saw my parents. My father had left for work by the time I got up to get ready for school. My mother pushed me out the door at 8:45 with a quick peck on the forehead, admonishing me to hurry up and not be late for the 9 a.m. school bell.
At the end of the school day, I was free. If it was rainy or cold, I watched my favourite TV program Razzle Dazzle (a Canadian program in the 1960s starring Howard the Turtle who told jokes called groaners) and played with my dolls or got lost…
My mother was an awesome cook. Among her friends, her dinners were legendary. But she didn’t teach me a thing — not even how to boil water.
The kitchen was her domain, and she was too impatient to explain what to do or wait while I chopped veggies, never quite exactly the way she wanted them. So I learned to stay out of her way.
Even though she didn’t teach me anything in the kitchen, her love of cooking taught me a surprising and valuable life lesson. In fact, it was a priceless lesson about friendship and relationships.
Medium is like a lover who has you wrapped around their little finger. You wrack your brain trying to figure out what will make them happy. You are despondent when they pay no attention to you; giddy when they do.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Medium. But I hate the feeling it has any control over me. I need to get a little perspective on this relationship.
Medium is very clever. It keeps us running on this little hamster wheel, addicted to checking our stats — how many views and how many claps. …