Last night, I wrote a long post to go with this video, but today I deleted it. Instead, I want this beautiful video to do the talking. It has nothing to do with the Fresh Chapter Foundation or our upcoming BHAD trip for 12 cancer survivors to volunteer in New Delhi. It’s simply a cause I believe in and want to share with you. I dare you to watch it and I hope the four minutes you spend visiting one of my favourite countries on earth,...

Did my last post irritate you? Were you at sitting at your desk, trying to accomplish the 752 things on your to-do list when you saw my email or the Facebook link to Live As If This Is All There Is? Did your fingers tighten around your coffee mug as you read about how I chose the word “free” as my mantra for the rest of the year? Did you snort and think Hah! Freedom?! I don’t have the luxury of feeling free because my boss is...

Tomorrow. A day I spent the weekend NOT thinking about. Or at least telling myself to NOT think about. Another ultrasound. Another opportunity to take off my clothes, slip into a scratchy hospital gown, and lie back on a table so a technician can shake a bottle of goo, fresh from the warmer, and splatter it onto the skin above my ovaries. As I walked down the wildflower strewn road at my parent’s house on Sunday morning, I had a little...

Are you on the brink of making a major decision in your life? Maybe you want to quit your job, move to a new city, or try online dating for the first time. Or maybe it’s less drastic. Maybe you just want to try a new spin class or volunteer with a new organization. What’s holding you back? Is it your fear of the anxiety filled moments awaiting you? The moment when you brush an imaginary piece of lint from your suit and pretend to...

They make it look so easy, but I promise you, it’s not. My feet brush up against the sides of the boat, my flabby vacation abs are as tight as I can make them, and my fingers wrap around the circumference of a cumbersome wooden pole.  I vow to not let us tip… A few minutes ago, peals of laughter roused me from the stuffy tent where I had flopped onto my down sleeping bag to nap off the after effects of three helpings of Cape Malay...

I smell them long before they step into the clearing. Last night during their traditional dance, the smoke from the campfire helped to camouflage the intense aroma of dust intermingled with days of caked on sweat. Now in the early post dawn light, their musky, earthy scent is so thick that you can almost taste it. We shuffle awkwardly in a silent face-off and wait for the interpreter to introduce us. As soon as he speaks, the tension dissolves...