More and more I hear Canadians making mean and disparaging comments about those who disagree or have different points of view. I also hear racist remarks, which is terribly distressing. It's not who we are as a nation. Some of the things said after the shooting at the Mosque in Quebec made me feel like I was at a Trump rally. And I'm not ashamed, or afraid, to say I don't like it.
The abundance of roses, candy hearts and Hershey kisses can only mean one thing, the day of love is almost here. And while we all know February 14th is a Hallmark-invented holiday, it's a great time to celebrate all type of love, because #LoveIsLove. Of course, your darling will want to be whisked away and showered with romance. Sure, roses are lovely, but why not use the upcoming "holiday" as an excuse for a romantic getaway.
Matchmaking is one of Ireland's oldest traditions, and for the last 150 years, it has taken place in Lisdoonvarna, a West Coast village near the iconic Cliffs of Moher. For the month of September, this tiny spa town of 800 residents hosts the popular Lisdoonvarna Matchmaking Festival -- a month-long celebration uniting hopeful romantics from around the world.
As strange as it sounds, I was uncomfortable that I felt uncomfortable. It was a feeling I had experienced only a few times before. But, on that night, when my boyfriend gave me flowers, opened the door for me and acted like a perfect gentleman, the truth was, I didn't like it. And it bothered me that I could not identify why.
With Valentine's Day just around the corner, Canadians are preparing to be inundated with feel-good stories of love and romance. From the excitement of puppy love to heartwarming tales of soulmates finding each other despite the odds, it seems that none of us are immune to the effects of Cupid's arrow. Despite all this, a common myth still pervades that love, romance and the need for companionship fade over time, and that as we grow older, we become less interested in keeping love alive.
Perfect as a romantic gesture, or a special something to make the day of a teacher, a friend, and of course the kids, there is nothing like a homemade gift to show someone you're thinking about them. And let's be honest -- who can resist a sweet treat? So get ready to make hearts melt with these perfect little recipes.
Valentine's Day is around the corner. You may be searching for love, falling in love, making sweet love, or sick of love. Like it or hate it, single or coupled, February 14 can be hard to ignore. Whatever camp you're in, recent studies on those in relationships and those who are single have discovered some interesting answers to questions you may be wondering about.
As I watched the saga surrounding Kim Burrell's homophobic sermon unfold over the last week, I made several attempts to speak about it and could not. Why? Because I was afraid of what might have come out of my big lesbian mouth. I was too furious to write and I wanted this piece to reflect the ideals of my rainbow family.
Using people or things isn't a valid solution to our feelings of loneliness, emptiness and alienation. Consuming things -- or other people -- has never made anyone happy. That's why someone who uses other people or things in order to fill the void is compelled to keep on being a user. It never feels like enough.
In a time when hatred appears to be everywhere -- on Facebook and Twitter, in the suicide bombs of terrorists and the ugly politics of the United States -- I find solace in knowing we have the power to change. We have the power to erase hate, and instill understanding and acceptance, in the same way my mother did.
Pushing yourself and trying new things are all part of the weight loss transformation journey. It is all about the journey, never the destination. I now know that I can always work on certain aspects in my life and still continue to love myself. Whether it is trying new workouts or meditating, I will always be developing into a better person.
I am a non-binary trans person. I know that many people do not yet understand what this means. Many people refuse to acknowledge my existence. Being seen as I am by people is a remarkable feeling, and my grandmother gave this gift to me in the most unexpected moment. My grandmother spent her minute of clarity, while suffering in a state of almost perpetual dementia and physical exhaustion, to give me a beautiful gift of cross-generational respect as a trans person. To see me as I am.
When living with a mental illness, you feel scared and alone. You might have the best support system around you but you still feel like there is no one. It feels like nobody understands what is going through your mind and you are living in this dark scary world. You end up pushing away your family and friends. You become selfish and you don't care how you treat other people and how your actions affect them.