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We've all seen the videos. Parents craftily surprising their children with news that they’re going to Disney---and the kids just about implode with excitement? Let's just say...I was not that kid.

The news of a trip anywhere filled me with such unease and trepidation that instead of counting down the days until vacation, I counted the number of days until I’d be back home.

I am so excited to be part of the  'IGNITE' Your Mind Conference as a panelist. If you ready to be educated and inspired by a dynamic, group of Canadian women then this conference for you? http://www.distinctivewomenmagazine.com/…/national-CA-IGNI…/ Tickets: Regular - $485 (plus HST) from August 1st - November 1st *Individual...

When my parents would go out on Saturday nights, I'd always anxiously await their return home because it meant my dad and I could go on one of our "night walks". 5d89877b-ed8b-498f-b397-10f12af679f7
This is what we called our Saturday night ritual.
Just the two of us, strolling the dark streets of Côte Saint-Luc, sometimes quietly, sometimes chatting about nothing in particular, and often, as I got older, talking about the stresses and concerns of school, friends and boys.

It was during these walks, when I had my dad's unsolicited attention, that he helped me make important decisions and navigate the maze of adolescence and early adulthood.

logan_onlySometimes, things don’t always work out the way you thought they would.  I never necessarily envisioned myself having a huge family, but after having my son and experiencing that ridiculous, unique love that seems to be inherent to becoming a mother, I had always imagined I would have another.  But after my painful struggle with infertility, I have finally come to terms with the fact that my son will be an only child and essentially, I will be a mom to one, single, extraordinary little boy.

Empathy is the true capacity to understand or feel what another being is experiencing from within. What started out as a yearlong social media experiment to inspire and galvanize empathy has ballooned into a widespread campaign to engage people to perform one act of empathy every day. Wise Women Canada...

I still vividly remember the worst day of my life so far. I was teaching in Arizona. My 5th graders were in Art and I was at my desk planning for the next week. My cell phone rang. It was my mom. My sister, Lisey, had just given birth to my nephew the day before. She and her family live in Golden, British Columbia. I was obviously very concerned when I picked it up. When I heard the tears in her voice, I thought the worst. Something was wrong with the baby.

Growing up the 60s and 70s, my TV wonder years were warm and fuzzy. As a young child, the first TV shows I can recall are (Saturday morning) classic cartoon series, my favourites: The Looney Tunes and The Flintstones, other classic TV treasures in these early years were Sesame Street (endearing Muppet characters), Mr. Dressup (along with loveable puppet pals Casey and Finnegan) and The Friendly Giant (“Look up. WAY UP!”). o-MR-DRESSUP-facebook

It’s been a while since I last had the opportunity to “blog”, but since my mat leave came to an end in February, I quickly fell back into the ever-so busy and demanding responsibilities of work, leaving me very little personal time. I have caught up with my grading and corrections and now have some time to myself! Wow – what to do with a whole hour? I should probably be cooking or doing laundry, but instead I have chosen to write about something that has been on my mind for some time. My almost 14-month old will probably wake up from her nap shortly, but in the meantime, I am relishing in the quiet and listening to contemporary jazz as I collect my thoughts.

Now that we are in the month of May and I look back on what a whacky time April was for me, it is almost hard to believe so much can transpire in 30 days. My wedding anniversary is March 29, ok that is the end of March and not April but stick with me here. Tuesday March 29th was not only my wedding anniversary but also the day of my annual mammogram this year. I get annual mammograms because there is a strong family history of breast cancer and after 40 it is recommended. Although I am only 41 this was in fact my 5th mammogram as I had a baseline at 36 (after my first child was born) and they found there was a lesion in my left breast that needed to be monitored but I was assured it was nothing of consequence. I am a woman of action and pro-activity so being a mother of 2 children, I found it prudent to be on top of my health which includes mammograms.

I am a wife, mother of two young children, and a nurse at a large hospital in Boston, MA. Since the summer of 2015, when the Syrian crisis grabbed world headlines, and as pictures emerged of a lifeless boy on the beach in Turkey, I felt overwhelmed, helpless and angry that the world would let this happen. I was paralyzed with the thought that this could be my family… my beloved children washed ashore. After months of feeling quite sad, I knew that I needed to make peace with this situation or to do something. Inaction was not helping anyone.

  File 2016-04-20, 8 46 34 PM It’s no secret that I have a busy schedule. Just today a friend asked me to have lunch at the last minute and how I wished I could have jumped on that but I apologized and said let’s book a time in advance for next week. So with the Passover holiday approaching, I had to schedule some time in to do some cooking. (Thankfully) I am not hosting a Seder but I do have to prepare my share of dishes.

When my twins were babies, the best way to get them to go to sleep was to swing them in their bucket car seats. I’d strap them in, pick them up, and give my arms a good work out by swaying them back and forth. It worked like a charm, and it was a trick I used often with two babies who didn’t like to sleep on the same schedule. Except for one day, when they were about four months old.

My daughter was particularly cranky so I put her in her bucket, started to swing her, and I watched in total horror as she ejected from the car seat and tumbled to the floor.

In the fog of sleepless nights and taking care of two babies, I’d totally forgotten to strap her in. Of course, I thought I’d broken my baby. Luckily, I had another one as back-up. (She was totally fine and I like to use the “It’s because I dropped you on your head” story when she’s having a teenage moment). [caption id="attachment_23765" align="aligncenter" width="500"]The one I dropped The one I dropped[/caption]

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about what it’s like to live with generalized anxiety. As one friend put it after my blog went live, “Now you’re really out of the closet.” It’s true. I’ve spilled my mental health secrets  - and despite some initial uneasiness about what the response would be, I’m happy that I have. Because just like when I wrote about living with depression, I’ve been touched and overwhelmed about how many people have reached out to thank me- for describing what they’ve been living with, for breaking the silence, for exposing a serious and debilitating disease that so few people understand. That is exactly my goal in writing about my struggles publicly - to create a community and let others know they’re not alone. Selfishly, it helps me enormously too, to know I’m in the excellent company of my fellow anxiety-sufferers. Together, I believe, we can help break the stigma and help each other cope when things seem dark.