I'm not a numbers person. No matter how engaging the subject, I often gloss over stats and figures. But this one I couldn't ignore. That 61% did more than stand out. It shot out from the screen and hit me in the gut. Hard.
Statistically, girls are six times more likely to drop out of sport, compared to boys. That wasn't news to me. The eye-opener was learning the degree to which body-related guilt, shame, envy and embarrassment increases, while feelings and pride decreases as adolescent girls...
Cultivating a winning mindset
Mindset matters every day. But on game day, it's pivotal.
So how do leaders help players focus when the pressure's on? That's what we asked Faith McNab, assistant coach of the Saskatchewan under-19 women's volleyball team, at the 2017 North American Indigenous Games (NAIG) in Toronto.
Strength in Numbers
Visualization, breathing, and self-talk are common practices exercised by athletes. But as McNab attests, focus is sometimes found in something outside of, or gr...
“She’s some kind of superwoman!” read the comment beneath a recent post. “Really ?!” I huffed, before a smile dawned on my face. “Yeah, I am some kind of superwoman … but aren’t we all?
While I have no superhuman powers to boast of, I do, like many modern super women, whirl through multiple identities. I am a wife and mother, freelance writer, fitness manager, everyday athlete, Lolë ambassador, sister, friend, concerned citizen, and more.
Perhaps through the filter of social media, I appear t...
I can still picture Mr. Gordon in his round reading glasses and cheap short-sleeve shirts, pacing through our desks with the open pages of his paperback folded over his fingers. His mouth puckered in titillation as he decoded Shakespearean verses: "All the world's a stage...". I loved the metaphor of this particular monologue: the idea of a lifespan examined in acts.
One man in his time plays many parts, but we parents often adopt several roles at once. This school year, I expect to perform i...
That night, my heart ached like never before.
I arrived home, feet weary, with the work day still fresh on my mind. Moments later I was curled up beside my daughter, head nestled atop her pink pillowcase and feet nuzzled beneath a warm bear. We spoke softly to each other, as she enlightened me with the colourful details of her school day. Then without warning, questions about a classmate's suntan took a sharp turn arriving at, "Sometimes I think it would look better if my skin were blonde."
Those savvy marketers knew exactly what they were doing. I know because I was once one of them. I can imagine the sequence of meetings and approvals that landed the Maplelea Canadian Girls catalogue into my mailbox last fall, strategically poly-bagged with our monthly issue of Chirp Magazine.
I like the Maplelea Girls concept: seven adventurous Canadian girls with unique personalities, experiences, interests and dreams for the future. My daughter, then a bright-eyed 6 year-old, dove into the ...
Imagine this: you're at a car dealership. You intend to test drive a popular mid-size model, based on certain recommendations and reviews. A kind and knowledgeable sales associate takes stock of your needs and nice-to-haves. But then, instead of ushering you into the driver's seat, the associate suggests something unexpected. "Have you considered carpooling, bike-sharing or an electric scooter instead?"
I'm that sales associate. But instead of selling fuel-efficient compacts, I sell shiny new...
Have you signed up for a new circuit class or nutrition program to kick off your 2016 fitness goals? Awesome! You’ll soon be feeling strong, svelte and generally more fabulous. Yes, I have absolute faith you can do it. But be warned. Achieving success in the gym can wreak havoc on your closet!
As a fashionista, you may jump at the chance to coordinate new purchases in your new smaller size. Hello, a totally legit reason to shop! To others, the task of restyling may be daunting, stressful or e...
When Anthony invited me back to his place for chocolate cake on our first date, I did the obvious thing. I fell in love and married him. We didn’t wed right away, of course. That came many cakes later. We’ve melted into many a fudge mouthful together since then but, our tastes in chocolate can also clash.
I often cringe at his choice of chocolate treats. Though no connoisseur, I prefer the rich flavour and natural quality of cacao over the taste of his highly processed chocolate confections.