Skip to main content


Showing posts from April, 2014

Balance. Life. Work.

Just recently I celebrated my 3rd anniversary of freedom. That was the day I backed out of my parking stall and said, no more.  Since then, I started two companies, became a yoga teacher and wrote a book about life in the corporate pond. I hope the book changes the way we look at work.

On that day, I did not have a plan.  I did not say, on February 11, I will  . . .. No. That is not what happened. What happened was not the plan. But what happened was better than the plan could have ever been.
Early in April, I was asked to speak at the Women in Leadership Conference in Regina, hosted by FCI - CWI, a national organization dedicated to giving a voice to women in the workplace. My topic was about doing good things.  I was the last speaker of the day. 
I shared that in my life at the Corporations,  not once did I ever achieve work life balance, even though every year I would dutifully add it to my performance plan, hoping that I would find that moment and the heavens would open up and a…

If Furniture Could Talk

We bought a brown leather couch and matching brown Lazy Boy recliner over 10 years ago to weather the teenage storms that seemed to surround our daughters. Over the years, countless teenagers have lounged on our couch, often at the same time.  Our cats loved the couch too, especially when we lit the fireplace.

The leather seemed to absorb the heat.  Over the years, the leather just got better. It saw family Christmas, movie and popcorn nights, birthdays and anniversaries. We sold the brown leather couch last weekend to another family where it will collect new memories.

Our new couch arrived yesterday.  It's nice.  We chose a khaki brown modern design with a low profile. The new sofa is cloth, so it's warmer, and I like that.  The best part is the end section is a lounger. I always wanted one of those because I always fall asleep when we watch movies.

There are many other pieces that tell the story of our life.  There is what is now known as "Bubba's Chair", a r…


When I was little, we spent our Easters at the family farm near West Bend, Saskatchewan with our grandparents, Mike and Katie Dribnenky.  There was a long road up to the house.  In the morning, I would race to the kitchen window attempting to catch the Easter Bunny hopping down the road.  I never saw him, despite various strategies to catch him in the act. 
My grandmother would have the food blessed at Model Farm, and on Easter Sunday, we would all sit down at the table in the big farm kitchen and eat dinner.  
When our children were little, we used to hide chocolate eggs all over the house. We would lay out a path to the treats with paper bunny foot prints.  Our girls would get up in the morning and follow the bunny prints, and we would pick up the bunny prints after them, so when they looked back the prints were gone. It was magic to them.  We played this game for years until one day our daughter discovered the paper prints in a drawer, and the jig was up.
Our children are now grown…

A Case for Clear Language in Yoga (WTFY)

Today a friend asked me about a particular yoga studio she had been considering, and wondered if I could help her translate what the website was saying so that she would be able to understand.

I opened the website on my iPhone and proceeded to read it, and quite honestly it said all the things we say in yoga, about yoga to the yogis, but as I read the words trying to listen to it from her perspective, all I could hear in the meaning behind the words was blah, blah, blah.

The term "Yoga Practice" means very little to someone who doesn't know what yoga is.  I explained, the word practice really just means the way you do yoga.  I explained that I call it practicing because it's never perfect. It's always different, so it's kind of like a road trip with different scenery every time.

Then the text said, "Open your Heart" - which translates to . . . nothing that I could think of that would make sense to her.  When we are in Savasana (rest), sometimes we …


Just a reminder: In Canada, we have "An Act for the Recognition and Protection of Human Rights and Fundamental Freedoms", as described in the Canadian Bill of Rights (S.C.1960, c. 44 Assented to 1960-08-10).  
1. It is hereby recognized and declared that in Canada there have existed and shall continue to exist without discrimination by reason of race, national origin, colour, religion or sex, the following human rights and fundamental freedoms, namely,
(a) the right of the individual to life, liberty, security of the person and enjoyment of property, and the right not to be deprived thereof except by due process of law;
(b) the right of the individual to equality before the law and the protection of the law;
(c) freedom of religion;
(d) freedom of speech;
(e) freedom of assembly and association; and
(f) freedom of the press.


bul·ly1 ˈbo͝olē/ verb gerund or present participle: bullying 1. use superior strength or influence to intimidate (someone), typically to force him or her to do what one wants. "a local man was bullied into helping them" synonyms:persecuteoppresstyrannizebrowbeatharasstormentintimidate,strong-armdominate;
On the Day of Pink, we wore pink shirts, and for a day, we might have been nicer to each other than the day before.  I am just going to come out and say it.

One day and one pink shirt is just not enough.  I am not saying it is a waste of time to dedicate a day to anti-bullying. We do need a day.  We need more of them:  364 more to be exact times all the people in the world.

Instead of crying about the presence of bullying and its effect, we need to recognize the reality that there are bullies in the world and that no amount of pink shirt days will change that. What we need to change is the way we react to this behaviour.

People who bully others have a profound lac…