Columns

In the fall of 2012, I was moving fast. I had a big job and was becoming known in my industry. I traveled for work almost nonstop, working with clients and speaking at conferences. I was married to a great guy; we had the resources to enjoy beach vacations and…

The air rushed out of my lungs, and tears filled my eyes. Eric’s face dropped, and his shoulders slumped. Simultaneously, we’d been gut-punched. In 2014, 7.2 billion people lived on Earth, but on that April day, we felt as if we’d been plucked out of the world we knew…

I’m the ultimate planner — just ask my family. Knowing the next life steps for my husband, my children, and myself offers me a sense of peace and calm. Because of that, I’m constantly planning and trying to organize our lives. Planning is especially important when a family member is…

Recently, for a column I was writing, I was looking for a good definition of Parkinson’s disease. I’m always amazed that much of the information out there about Parkinson’s disease doesn’t apply to my husband, Arman, and his experience with the condition. Many articles focus on tremors and…

I’ve always heard that mourning doves symbolize peace, hope, renewal, and love. While I’m unsure if this old wives’ tale is accurate, I can be sure that the nest of mourning doves on my patio brings me abundant happiness and a sense of peace. Almost immediately after we moved into…

In the fall of 1986, I worked as a chef at the Black Swan Café in London, Ontario, Canada. The café was on Richmond Street, one of the city’s busier streets for restaurants and retail. We were excited because Rick Hansen’s Man in Motion World Tour would be coming…

My father passed away in March after a long and challenging battle with Parkinson’s disease. His journey through this illness was marked by the gradual erosion of the man we once knew — a retired teacher in secondary school, renowned for his rare brilliance and innovative teaching methods, who…

As a young girl growing up in the 1970s, reading was my favorite pastime. We had no cellphones, internet, or Snapchat then, and only three TV channels via a rabbit-ear antenna. So I read a lot. I loved Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary and read almost…

Many of us readily lend a hand when a loved one, friend, or neighbor needs support, especially if it’s a one-time occurrence. These are typically straightforward things like driving them to an appointment when their car isn’t working, providing a meal when they’ve had an illness or death in the…

In 2015, during the early days of my Parkinson’s diagnosis, everything was a blur and I didn’t know where to turn. I had just started seeing a new physiotherapist whom I immediately liked and began to forge a connection with. One day, she said to me, “If you…