friends

Heading to the gym with friends is one of my favourite things. Whether it’s for a group class or just to brave the weight room together, it’s wonderful to have a wing-woman or two by your side.

I'm working on a story about random acts of kindness, and that means that I have to dedicate a considerable chunk of my time to making an effort to be nice.

Could millions of mothers (including mine) be wrong when they encourage their daughters to let it all out and have a good cry when they’re feeling down and out?

How do you define a happy person? I mean, are we looking for someone who’s always smiling and saying hello? Or how about the friendliest neighbour on the block? Maybe that colleague who always sees the bright side in everything?

I spent this past weekend on Salt Spring Island, celebrating my birthday with some old military buds. But it was also a weekend of reflection, spent wondering where my health and my career are about to take me.