Through the looking glass: Cheezies in bed
It's no secret to anyone who knows me that I struggle with depression. Read More
Through the looking glass – Beauty without vanity
I appreciate my father's philosophy: The more people I meet, the more I like my dog Read More
Through the looking glass: Now serving…part 2
I had every intention of showing up at 6am still in PJs and fully prepared to nap until my surgery several hours later. Read More
Through the looking glass: Now serving…part 1
A proud mom going to show her teenage daughter that she still had it, I marched towards the trampoline like a linebacker with a career on the line. Read More
Through the looking glass: Have you seen my ghost?
There are a lot of good people wearing that yellow stripe, or maybe it's wearing them. Either way, some still have their ghosts. Read More
Through the looking glass: The gambler
I had the opportunity this week to witness Alberta's legal system in motion. Read More
Through the looking glass: Healthy addictions
Hello, my name is Jennifer, and I'm addicted to Kijiji. But I can quit any time I want. Read More
Through the looking glass: One horse open sleigh
My family doesn't care if I give them perfect memories or flawed ones. They just want to be there. Good times and bad. Read More
Through the looking glass: This little light of mine
As my teens watched their former selves in all their obnoxious, demanding and misbehaving glory, they became intimately acquainted with the ghost of Christmas past. Read More
Through the looking glass: Cars, diamonds and ponies
In the midst of it all, there are still a few who embody the true spirit of Christmas but don't reserve their altruistic acts for a short season. Read More
Through the looking glass: Pigs ‘n things
As parents we often endeavor to teach our children the basic principles of life emulating, or abandoning, the methods our own parents adopted. One such method is through various small pets that we relent to allow in our homes. Read More
Through the Looking Glass: The club
Later that night I lay in my bed ready to vomit with the slightest movement, my ear snapping, popping, and oozing. My three-year-old reads Dumbo to me and I think, “How prophetic.” Read More