Or Maybe Less. Lately, I've been thinking a lot about time. Not in the dramatic, existential way that social media likes to package it. Not in the "live every moment like it's your last" kind of way. Just in the very real, very ordinary way that sneaks up on you when your kids start looking less like little boys and more like young men. As I'm stepping into a new season of life and spending more hours working outside the home, I've found myself constantly asking: What matters

The Weight of It I've been struggling to find the words since yesterday. Maybe because some losses hit differently. Maybe because some tragedies reverberate long after the headlines fade. Maybe because once you've worn the uniform, certain stories never feel like someone else's. The recent line-of-duty deaths of OPP Constable Tarun Bali and Toronto Police Constable Marc Pinizzotto have weighed heavily on me. Not because I knew either man personally. But because I knew their j

My mom was 43 when she had me. Forty-three. Today, I am 43. And somehow, that realization has hit me harder than I expected. For most of my life, my mom felt like a grown-up. A parent. Someone who had life figured out. But standing here now, at the exact age she was when she brought me into the world, I realize something I never could have understood as a child. She was just a woman. A woman trying her best. A woman who had already raised three children and was beginning a co

Yesterday, I was driving into town around 1 o'clock when traffic suddenly came to a stop. At first, I couldn't figure out why. Then I saw them. A young couple standing in the middle of the road, holding up traffic while trying to move something with a stick. I knew immediately what it was. A snapping turtle. If you've ever seen one, you know they're not exactly cooperative participants in a rescue mission. The turtle was enormous. Determined. Completely unimpressed with the f