After almost a year of taking care of my mother, we went out to celebrate her last chemotherapy treatment for lymphoma. What we thought would be a great night of relief and joy turned out to be the beginning of yet another life altering journey. That night, I ended up being rushed to the hos... read more

You’ve got to love your husband. He has sex, he has an orgasm, ejaculates and nine months later calls himself Dad. You have sex, probably without an orgasm; for the next thirty minutes you lie propped up on a pillow with your legs in the air, hoping his sperm will make its way u... read more

I wanted to kill myself when I was 12. Twelve. What can be so wrong in the life of a 12-year-old white girl, very Catholic, very middle class, living in a Bostonian suburb? My father was an alcoholic and my mother was slightly miserable, but she loved us. I was moody and would throw t... read more

December 2010. My 74-year-old mother had just made it through her grueling battle with stage 2 aggressive HERS2 positive breast cancer. She had her lumpectomies, her radiation, her chemo and she had come up clean. She had tested negative for the gene that my sister and I could have potentially ... read more

Meditation is one of my favourite things. For a long time I felt I was doing a necessary service. But now it has me in it’s gentle grip and I cannot get enough! Meditation can be taken as a small soulful snack or if you love it, then it can be an everyday pursuit. Medit... read more

Is motherhood the ultimate expression of womanhood? Does choosing not to have children continue to stigmatise women?  Last year I experienced a fertility crisis. After years of irregular menstrual cycles I finally listened to my gut and decided to investigate. There was a possibility I could have ... read more