That time I didn’t know I was a Tragically Hip Fan

The Tragically Hip

I was a teenager of the 1990s. Like most kids my age, I enjoyed dressing grunge. But I have recently learned that perhaps the similarities stopped there.

While I was busy following the dramatic tales of Carrie and Austin or wishing I was Cher in Clueless or building my Nicole Kidman wall paper (yup, that was a thing once…and up until today, only a handful of people in this world knew about it), my teenage counterparts were educating themselves on the greatest musicians of our generation.

Last year, I discovered the Black Crowes. A few months later, Nirvana. And, now I can say that my curiosity has been peeked over the amazing melodies and lyrics I missed out on while I was jamming to the Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys.

I have been living the last two decades under the assumption that The Tragically Hip was not my thing.

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The Mom Scholarship

I was recently accepted into the Writer’s Studio Online program at Simon Fraser University. I was later advised of a potential scholarship, “The Mom Scholarship,” intended for women in the program with children under 18.

I was so blessed to win this scholarship. After I won, I received an email from the Associate Director of the SFU Creative Writing Program that said,

“…your statement was one of the best I’ve ever seen for any scholarship committee. It was really inspired.”

I was so touched. A compliment such as that gave me the confidence I needed to share my personal thoughts with all of you. So here is my scholarship statement: READ MORE



Training to Challenge Myself

Athletics were never my thing.

I was the kid who could not climb a tree or jump a fence. In swimming lessons, I thought treading water was code for trying not to drown. I did not like running because it hurt. I did not like climbing because it was hard. In gym class, my level of popularity prevented me from being picked last but I was always given the most forgiving positions such as defence or outfield.

As a child of the 80s, I played outside. I rode my bike and played kick the can. I spent endless hours at the lake or in the swimming pool. And though I was often out and about, I always played within my limits. I never competed with the other children and I especially never competed with myself. READ MORE



The Advanced Beginner

Pilates Love

 

Last year, due to some chiropractic work I was having on my pelvis, it was suggested that I bounce back into Beginner Mat in order to rehabilitate.

If I am being totally honest, the suggestion felt like a regression of progress. By this time I was enjoying the challenging workout found in the Full Mat Repertoire. A debate between instructors followed and eventually, we came to the conclusion that I would go into intermediate and see how things went.

One of the interesting comments that surprised me during this time was how each and every instructor that I spoke to made the comment:

“There is a great work out to be had in Beginner.”

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First Educate the Child

Children Practicing Pilates

When I first set out to write this piece, my intention was to compile a list of personal reasons why I hoped my daughter would practice Pilates.

My most honest answer is that I believe in it. I believe Pilates adds to the quality of my life and as my commitment to my practice strengthens, I have started to wonder how Pilates would add to the quality of her life.

My child is a ball of energy. I can already tell she is going to be an athlete. She thrives on adrenalin (unlike her mother who usually equates adrenalin with life-threatening fear). She is always in search of ways to test her limits. There is never a “too fast” or a “too high” for her. She even runs out of her room each morning screaming and laughing, ready to take on the adventure of her day.

My kid is fearless. And it is for that exact reason that she needs Pilates. READ MORE



Pilates Saved My Vag (and my Quality of Life)

Me on my last day of Beginner Mat at Lead Pilates in Saskatoon.

It was the winter of 2012. I just pulled up to my house when I started to worry. With me were my baby, her diaper bag, my purse and three bags of groceries. The front door to my house was locked and I had to go to the bathroom.

Those days that was a big problem for me because I needed to get everything, especially the baby, into the house without losing control of my bladder. The shitty thing was, I knew as soon as I stood up, I would not make it. Even if I left all the bags behind, I would not be able to walk to the other side of the car, release the baby seat, unlock the front door, climb the stairs and get to the bathroom. So instead, I sat for a second, took a deep breath, tried not to cry and accepted what was about to happen. The silver lining was that my husband was not home so he would not have to see me pee my pants again.

I know what you are thinking. How? Why? The truth is while it was happening to me I did not have much of an understanding. I knew the issues I was dealing with were part of the package deal I received after having a baby but I did not really comprehend what was going on. There was no education about this in the books I read. There were no conversations about how to prepare my body for something like this. Women I knew never discussed it. I was never warned. It all happened really fast and I was living through it really slow. READ MORE