If you’re an art aficionado, you’re likely getting pretty excited for the upcoming International Artist Day, happening on October 25. This day offers a chance to celebrate established and up-and-coming creatives.
I have a bit of a confession, and I know that I’m not alone in this.
Sometimes, when I sneeze (or cough, or laugh, or jump, or squat, or run, or breathe) I dribble a bit of pee. I also have to run to the bathroom 50 BAZILLION times a day, and sometimes there’s not even anything that comes out.
THIS IS NOT NORMAL.
Which is why I decided to do something about it (holla for prioritizing that self-care!) and recently went for my first pelvic floor physiotherapy session at West End Mamas. I’ll have a more thorough review on the clinic and my experience coming soon, but I wanted to share some thoughts that run through your mind when you’re in the midst of a session.
Losing my mom when I was just 17 years old was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. While the pain of her death feels less acute in the day-to-day, I feel it now more in all those milestones she doesn’t get to be a part of. Graduating high school, earning my degree, that first real job, getting married, and especially when I had my kids.
Back after my mom had just died and when I was deciding what the hell I was going to do with my life, I knew that writing was a passion and was also incredibly healing to me. I thought maybe being a professional writer would be fun (it’s a labour of love, not $, in case you think it might be glamourous) and tried my hand at a co-op placement at the local daily.
OK so, those of you who know me IRL, and those who religiously read all my random musings here on the blog, probably know that I have a history of miscarriages. Try as we might, growing our family just hasn’t been in the cards for us over the last two years. After three losses, and a handful of chemical pregnancies, I honestly didn’t think it was in the cards for us.
Those who know me know how much I love me a good wine, and more than that, I love a company or product that understands social responsibility.
So imagine my excitement when I found out the one of my favourite singer/songwriters, Dave Matthews, teamed up with an expert winemaker (Sean McKenzie) to create a vino that gives back.
The Dreaming Tree Wines donates proceeds from every bottle of wine sold in Canada to leading national environmental organizations, like Tree Canada, as part of its vision to provide high-quality, environmentally-friendly products to consumers.
Last week, while the Dave Matthews Band was in town for a concert at the Molson Amphitheatre, The Dreaming Tree Grove in Trinity Bellwoods Park was unveiled. The grove is a collection of 29 trees that were planted by Tree Canada to help with reforestation throughout the park. They will continue to plant trees in communities across Canada that are in need of reforestation as part of the brands’ partnership.
Other great things to love about Dreaming Tree wines include the fact that their labels (which include charming poems from Matthews himself) are made from 100% recycled craft brown paper; the bottles are lighter than regular ones in order to cut down on shipping fuel; and the wines — a Chardonnay and a red blend — pair nicely with food and come in at under $20 a bottle! Now you can give back and impress your friends with a premium wine at a budget-friendly price point!
Although I was sent a bottle of red for sampling, I won’t be imbibing until the new year (!) but if my husband gives it a go I’ll be sure to update this post with his thoughts.
The Dreaming Tree Crush is available at the LCBO for $17.95 and the Chardonnay is $16.95, also available at the LCBO.
Let me know what you think of Dreaming Tree wines if you give it a try! And tell me, does a company’s social responsibility affect whether or not you’ll buy their product? Let me know your thoughts in the comments below.
I’m a couple days late on this one, but I wanted to pen a little Father’s Day note for my hubby because he is just simply the best dad I could ever have asked for my child and I don’t want him to go unrecognized.
While my own father has been in and out of my life (mostly out) for the last 15 or so years, I know that there will never be a day that goes by where little D doesn’t know that you think of him and love him. Continue reading