In my last blog, I shared that, through the power of the prayers of many, my son arrived back in Canada safe and sound with no indication he had been infected by the virus. 

COVID-19 interrupted many things for many…

In my last blog, I shared my concerns about my son being stuck in the Middle East during the pandemic. Once my son decided to come home, we had to move quickly before the borders closed indefinitely, trapping him overseas. 

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In my last blog, I shared that my husband and I were starting to make plans to visit the east coast in the spring of 2020. Then, the unthinkable happened. 

The worldwide pandemic stopped us in our tracks. As the…

In my last “Prairie Girl Goes Coastal” blog, I shared about the stresses I endured while taking on the role as breadwinner, and how a counsellor helped put my husband and me on the road to mutual understanding and healing. 

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Today I am taking a break from my blog “Prairie Girl Goes Coastal” to share in a wonderful virtual event happening this November. 

The Gifts of Good Words Blog Hop takes place from November 4-18, 2020. Through it…

In my last blog, I shared the importance of downsizing the right way; something that should never be done when one is in emotional upheaval. 

With no income coming into the house after my husband’s second job loss in less…

In my last blog post, I shared about my husband’s struggle to keep his head above water, and the blow of another job loss. Although my husband was now “free” to leave, with winter just weeks away and mounting work…

In my last blog, I shared that the stress of my husband’s new job caused him to spiral down further into depression. Meanwhile, I had started looking at properties on the east coast, convinced more than ever it was our…

In my last blog (click here), I shared that my husband’s unexpected job loss put him squarely on the path to a personal crisis. While I saw the job loss as an opportunity to do something new, he wasn’t…

I was making my lunch when I heard the interior garage door open. Puzzled, I made my way down to see what was going on. My husband stood in the mudroom gripping his briefcase, his suit bag draped over his…