R E B U I L D I N G  F A M I L Y ,  C O M M U N I T I E S  &  R E L A T I O N S H I P S.

I want to share some counter-intuitive wisdom: you can experience joy in best and worst of times. Dare to hope that happiness will find you,

Even in severing ties from those we deemed were toxic family members around us, it is crucially imperative to also sever the ties within us,

Peace comes at a cost. For most of us this translates as a loss, or an ending, of something familiar. I will always gladly defend peace.

It is an interesting dichotomy to reflect on… the idea that how we choose, is the clearest reflection of the person we have chosen to become

I have taken wrong turns, I have been impulsive, careless, and dangerously oblivious to the relay between my responses and relationships.

We knew how to heal our mental, psychological and emotional states long before psychology became a serious school of study. We need to feel.

We can lay blame, or take blame… shrug our shoulders and call it a day. Or we can take the responsibility of the ways we chose to show up...

However innocent our intentions might be, or not, life holds each one of us accountable to our actions.

The women who participate, and have participated, in the Rotman’s School of Management program who experience violence and are silenced.

Life has demonstrated that there are worst forms of violence than that which instinct elicits. There is violence that aims to kill for sport

Uncertainty causes us to cling to known pain, rather than embrace an unknown potential for relief. The injury is familiar, cause to hold on.

Change never occurs in isoLife events that we celebrated in the past, play a role in the life events that we celebrate and denounce now.

Becoming is delicate. She is the tide born of the decisions we make, the choices we take, the promises we break, and the people we forsake.

I choose to believe. I do not feel inclined to challenge, comfort, or offer an alternative perspective. When people tell me who they are...

Individuality, the portrayal of identity that we spend too much time denying to meet the standard of “sameness.” Placing value on personal.

Pain is an intermediary that transports us towards our becoming, all the while exposing the harshness of this world.

The laughter rings with unspoken discomfort. Unsettled with the possibility of an alternate reality within reach, that has no room for them.

I dare not desire that my life would be any different, then I would be made of something less than what my experiences have developed in me.

Aligning ourselves to security, stability, or safety… All in the name of responsibility. When really, we’re selling ourselves short.

Pursuing ones calling requires no standing ovation, or external recognition, to feel rewarded by the experiences that the journey provides.