Coming Home to Whitehorse
Some places never really leave you. They become part of your story, tucked away in memories until life gives you the chance to return. This summer, Mason finally made it back to the place where his story began—Whitehorse, Yukon. His birthplace. It's funny how a place can feel both completely unfamiliar and strangely like home all at once. Whitehorse has a way of humbling you. The mountains stretch farther than your eyes can see. The rivers carry stories older than any of us.
So, You Can Always Find Your Way Home
There are moments in life that change us forever. Some arrive with joy. Others arrive with heartbreak. Either way, they leave us standing at the edge of a life we no longer recognize, wondering how to move forward. I've learned this firsthand. In November 2023, my family celebrated Christmas early. We knew my son Dylan's time with us was limited. After a courageous battle with leukemia, we were running out of time. So, we decided not to wait for December. We decorated. We exc
Healing Grief in the Body
Losing my son Dylan changed the way I understood grief. Before losing him, I thought grief lived mostly in the heart and mind. Sadness. Missing someone. Memories. Tears. But after he died, I realized grief lives in the body too. It lived in the tightness in my chest that never fully left. In the exhaustion that sleep could not fix. In the heaviness in my arms. In the constant feeling that my nervous system no longer knew how to rest. There were days I could not explain what w