Over the years of yoga practice, I have learned to listen to my body to avoid injury, and my body is telling me it has no intention of doing this next movement. Today's class had a lesson I wasn't expecting.
Is death a right? Should we be able to decide when to die if terminally ill? I've been following the debate in Canada on whether to legalize assisted dying, or doctor-assisted suicide, or whether to pour more money into palliative, end-of-life care. I'm quite certain there won't be enough hospices or hospital beds for my... Continue Reading →
Now that she’s gone, I feel closer to my Mom than I did when she was alive. My Mom’s battle with Alzheimer’s disease ended Nov 15, 2011, but the insipid disease took her from me long before she left this world. She was robbed of her identity, her personality, her memory and her ability to... Continue Reading →