Boundaries are important. Both in the personal lives of the women I know, and in the life of community organizing, I've been hearing a lot of conversations recently about the importance of having them, setting them, and respecting them. But how do we do that? What does it look like to have boundaries? In an … Continue reading Four things I learned about boundaries in 2017
I've cried in public more times than I can count. I've cried openly on the bus after saying goodbye to a loved one, I've cried at parties, and I've cried at work. Yesterday I sat in a coffee shop and told a trusted friend about a bunch of shit that I've been going through lately, … Continue reading Reflections on public pain and collective rage at the end of 2016
On Friday morning, I biked to work. This summer I have cycled about two or three times a week. It's about 15 minutes to bike from my house, most of it down a six-lane major street that is busy by Winnipeg standards but would seem relatively calm to anyone from Vancouver, Ottawa or Toronto. Friday … Continue reading If a cyclist yells at a driver, it’s because they’re afraid they’re going to die.
Someone asked me recently what my favourite self care strategies are. It seemed like a reasonable question until I realized that I had no idea what the answer is. I drew a complete blank. Which is weird, because I'm a mental health activist and I spend a lot of time thinking about how to take care … Continue reading Why I don’t believe in “self care” (and how to make it obsolete)
This week I am visiting Vancouver, BC, my hometown, and riding the waves of emotion that always come with visiting home for me: excitement, anxiety, nostalgia, and familiarity. All tied with vivid memories, some of actual events and some of dreams for the future that I no longer hold. This trip comes with a new … Continue reading Reflections on the city, leaving home and looking for community