This year didn’t unfold the way I imagined, but it taught me more than I expected.2025 was a year of change, patience, and learning how to live in between what was and what’s next. I find that the final days of a year always invites reflection. The world does not slow down. The dishes still... Continue Reading →
It is hard to explain why, though I am certain many others can relate, but there’s something about September that has always felt more like a new year to me than January ever could. Maybe it’s because I have spent so many years of my life driven by the school calendar. Maybe it’s the shift... Continue Reading →
The days are stretching just a little shorter now. The air, though still warm (and some days, oppressively hot), carries that subtle whisper of change. Summer is winding down, and with it comes a swirl of emotions. In our home, we are living right at the edge of endings and beginnings. The renovations around us... Continue Reading →
When I was nine years old,sitting in a Grade 4 classroom with a lined notebook and a freshly sharpened pencil,my teacher, Mr. Kressler, asked us to write a story:“If I could change the world.” Most of my classmates grinned wide and leaned in,ready to write about inventions and robotsand space traveland saving the environmentand becoming... Continue Reading →
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to belong. Not just the kind of belonging that comes from being in the right place at the right time, or having your name on a list. I mean the deep kind. The kind that settles in your bones when someone saves you a seat,... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, we made lunch in the garage. Well, truthfully we make every meal in the garage, but this was a purposeful lunch. Not just any lunch. This one was for the crew building our kitchen, the space that’s slowly taking shape behind sawdust and the hum of saws. And the crew that is here every day, working... Continue Reading →
Christine Sharpe: Writer, Speaker, Leader . 