Grief. It is such an uncomfortable and uncontrollable feeling. It hits you at the weirdest times and often times makes you feel like you cannot shake it once it comes over you. Yesterday I found out that my childhood dance teacher, Brooke Myers, passed away after her battle with breast cancer. She was only 40, with a young family, a thriving studio, and literally one of the most vibrant and bubbly people I know.
Read MoreIt’s been an entire year. One whole year since I last taught an in-person fitness class. I remember the lead up to the day. I went out for dinner the night before with a friend. A Friday night in a popular downtown Toronto restaurant, except it was eerily quiet.
Read MorePrivilege. For several weeks now, I have known that this important topic needs to be discussed on my blog. But for several weeks, I have pushed it off, for fear of saying the wrong things, offending people, and being misunderstood
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