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This trip to Morocco wasn’t only about being with family—though that was the heart of it. It was also tied to work we had been building slowly and intentionally together. Our business, The Argan Springs, is rooted in Morocco. It exists because of women-led cooperatives who produce argan oil through generations of knowledge, care, and community. Going to Morocco meant returning to family and  returning to the source of work deeply connected to our values. There was never a cle

For a long time, the idea of a perfectly clean house  filled me with shame, anxiety, and pressure. I grew up in a household where cleanliness mattered. There were right ways to load the dishwasher, right ways to fix things, right ways to keep a home running. In many ways, that structure was healthy for my brain — but there was also an unspoken tension underneath it. At the time, I didn’t know I was neurodivergent. I just knew that keeping up felt hard. I loved organization, b

This blog explores my lived experience with Auditory Processing Disorder—what it feels like to navigate conversations, environments, and relationships when sound doesn’t filter easily. It’s a reflection on misunderstanding, late awareness, and learning how to design a life that works with my brain, not against it.

Learned helplessness doesn’t appear overnight. It forms slowly when effort and outcome stop feeling connected. Through lived experience and habit science, this reflection explores how workplaces unintentionally shape disengagement — and how leaders can shift it.

I had been stimming all my life, but I never really noticed how often it showed up until I was diagnosed with ADHD at 30. That’s when I...

Eight years ago, I bought my first road bike. I was living in the city, and all I could think about was becoming that person who could...

During the peak of COVID, I got a major step up in my corporate career. I moved into a role I'd always wanted: a learning and development...

I'm genuinely thrilled about the growth I've experienced, especially over the past few years. Yet, some days I look in the mirror and feel like a stranger. Even now, as I sit in my living room, watching the sun light over the sunny-side of Canmore, I'm struck by how different my life is from just 3 years ago. It's like I've achieved a dream but haven't quite figured out how to fully embrace it. Recently, I've felt that familiar sense of being lost, slipping back into old patt