The Mental Health Journey #3: Breath

The Mental Health Journey #3: Breath

Breath is one the little things that reminds me we’re alive—that we’re all human. When I started my new job, I realized that this is the first time that I’ve worked in a place where personal space bubbles are small. I’m not sure if it’s a womanly interplay thing or what, but when working in a group of women, people stand closer together than they would if it was a true gender split or a heavy male presence.

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The Woman Who Waited

The Woman Who Waited

When I was in the ninth grade, I had two absolutely amazing teachers: Mr. Maz and Ms. Helm. They were smart, hip and highly influential in the shaping of my entire identity. Together, they cooked up the idea for a "literature” class for the 2004 school year and opened registration to all grades ten and up.

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