by Amy Phillips | Aug 14, 2019
For the last five months I have been diligently following the protocol my naturopath prescribed for Cytomegalovirus, a type of herpes virus that has been present in my body for over forty years. I wish I could say I feel fantastic, but I’m still in the thick of it....
by Amy Phillips | Aug 7, 2019
My friend Lindsay and I were having a coffee. She ran the Bamfield General Store at the time and I was leaving shortly for a trip to Port Alberni. The logging road between the two places is gravel and often full of terrible potholes. I mentioned casually that I was...
by Amy Phillips | Jul 31, 2019
Our mother, Cecile Albertine Phillips (née Vanden Wouwer) took her final breath on July 29th, 1985. She was sixty-five years old. Mum had undergone elective surgery the previous week. The procedure to remove arterial blockages was deemed more complicated than...
by Amy Phillips | Jul 24, 2019
There is no escaping the passage of time when you’re writing a weekly blog. With this installment I am poised at exactly halfway through my yearlong journey. That in itself is kind of staggering, and I wonder if the rest of the year will seem to move more quickly,...
by Amy Phillips | Jul 17, 2019
It’s hard to know if caregiving is a gene that some of us come in with or if we learn it in our family of origin. Either way, my natural inclination has always been to look after others, whether it be people, animals, places or things. As a young girl, when my sister...
