Stringing Beads

I see my life’s journey measured in a strand of beads, 19 chunky one-inch beads, Flintstone style! Right now, my strand holds 18 beads. I am about to add the nineteenth bead after which I plan to add a firm and sturdy clasp. Each bead represents a home. The strand began in Toronto, moved to […]


Until my mid-30s I subjected myself to a constant barrage of negative self-talk. At the time, of course, I wasn’t aware that this kind of nattering voice was a choice—from my perspective it just ‘was.’ How I didn’t drown under the weight of words that denigrated my looks, abilities, character, that insisted I wasn’t pretty […]