Happy Thanksgiving. Do you have any plans this weekend? Are you looking forward to them? (That's not rhetorical; I'm really asking.)

I'm having dinner with my bubble friends.   (Thanks to COVID, from now on, they will always be known as my 'bubble friends'.) 

We'll have fantastic food and conversation. And maybe play a game. Something that will have us in stitches in no time. ("I can't believe you said that. Out loud!" )

But mostly, I'm planning on...

Fall feels like it began early this year. The weather suddenly changed. Thankfully. The desire to regroup, reorganize, recreate is suddenly strong. 

More than the sights and smells have changed, so knowing the astrological energetics and influence can give you a head’s up for the season ahead.

That’s why I had my seasonal conversation with my favourite karmic astrologer, Marielle Croft (croftastrologer.com) the other day - before the actual Fall Equinox. I knew it was time to...

This time of year makes me a little melancholy. It's the change of season. It's in the air.

When you were a kid, late August meant summer was coming to an end. The endless days of playing outside were going to stop. You'd have to go to bed early. YOU HAVE SCHOOL IN THE MORNING.

Later, I remember the first few weeks of high school each year were an extension of summer: we didn't get a lot done, but we sure had fun.

Summer has the qualities of timelessness. The days are long. The...

I googled my childhood home address recently. I was having a nostalgic moment - they come and go more frequently these days.

And it suddenly popped into my head that I could just put my old home address into my browser and see what came up. So I did.

Walking down memory lane can be just as heart-pumping as gambling in Vegas; you never know how it's going to turn out. So I held my breath and rolled the   dice. Or hit 'return', as my Macbook calls the dice.

The google...

Have you seen these words on the back of a car near you? I have. The first time I read them, I laughed out loud. And smiled. Because they're funny. AND true. 

As a society, we've been focused on achievements, accomplishments, and bragging rights for a long time now, and it's very freeing to focus on the whole, rather than the perceived best. I've seen more than enough versions of 'Proud Parent of an Honor Student', haven't you?

That's why I love how real those words are, on...

July is a tough month for me. It never used to be. But in July 2012, my son, Connor was killed when a distracted driver ran a red light while Connor was in the crosswalk.

It doesn't matter that it was 9 years ago this month. My body and mind feel it as though it was last week. I expect it always will.

When July approaches, I watch my body recoil and put up buffers, not wanting to be close to comfortable and supposed certainly. It stays awake more. It keeps itself on the edge like a...

And just like that, it’s summer. And with vaccines  #1 and #2 rolling along, it feels like a completely different summer than last year, doesn’t it? 

Warm weather, slowing down, time with friends and family - whatever you look forward to in the summer -  knowing the astrological energetics and influence can give you a head’s up so you’re swimming *with* the current, not against it. Always a good thing.

That’s why I had my seasonal conversation...

It's been very quiet in my neck of the woods. Oh sure, I talk to a lot of people in a day - by phone, through text and email, on Zoom.

I channel a lot of messages for those in the MasterCourse Collective and those who've signed up for an All Access Pass.

And I water a lot of plants - the greenhouse is thriving and my gardens are bursting. 

But in between those things, it's been pretty quiet.

I post at least a few times a day, every day, on Instagram. I express the universal...

I woke up this morning and realized that for 2 nights in a row, my cat, Romeo, hadn't needed me at all in the night. That's highly unusual. As in, never happens.

At almost 16 years old, Romeo has advanced feline cognitive dysfunction. That means he forgets where he is, forgets the order of things, even forgets what's in front of him. Like food. 

So like a newborn baby, he intermittently wails throughout the day and night. He's not in pain; he's just lost sometimes. And so I make...

I’ve never washed my own car. That’s not a brag or a boast. It’s an admission that I’ve always had men in my life whose love language included being of service.

I got my first car when I was 28. The same time I got my first husband.

Wait, that didn't sound right. Let me try that again.

I bought my first car the same year I got married. Whew. Better.

My (first) husband had a Sunday morning ritual of washing our cars. Worked for me.

When I left him (nothing to do with...