Archive for February 25, 2026

Silver Over Gold

Posted: February 25, 2026 in Uncategorized

I said I would watch it so that I could write about it. I did. It was not easy to sit through, but I did promise… It was not easy, but if we are going to speak honestly about leadership, we have to be willing to watch, to hear, and to reflect.

Credit where it is due. Donald Trump did not go completely off the rails. He delivered a long speech and stayed mostly within the prepared lines. His supporters likely felt reassured. He appeared energetic. He appeared controlled. That alone probably achieved part of what the night was designed to do. But performance is not the same as truth.

Before anything else, let us clear up one small but telling idea. Presidents do not win Olympic hockey games. Teams win hockey games. Athletes win medals. Leadership is direction, steadiness, and truth spoken with responsibility. Nations are not defined by borrowed victories.

Much of the speech repeated claims that have already been challenged by independent fact checkers. On Iran, the president suggested that the country has never publicly said it would forgo nuclear weapons. In reality, Iranian officials have made such statements more than once in public forums. What is said behind closed doors remains unknown, but publicly, those words have been spoken.

On crime and immigration, a tragic killing was once again linked to open borders. Available reporting indicates the accused in that case was born in the United States. It was a terrible crime. It was not proof of a broken border. The repeated claim that thousands of murderers were allowed into the country under a single administration has also been shown to distort long term data that spans multiple decades and presidencies.

And then there were the moments that revealed something deeper. One observer described the speech as a tedious, tiresome performance in which the president seemed to be boring everyone, perhaps most of all himself. Another pointed to the more troubling theme of the night, his continued effort to erode confidence in democratic elections. Claims that cheating is rampant, that opponents only win through fraud, and that the system itself cannot be trusted are not small political talking points. They strike at the foundation of democracy itself.

Facts matter. Especially when spoken from the most powerful podium in the world. Still, facts alone are not what stayed with me. What stayed with me was tone.

There were moments in the speech meant to show empathy. Veterans were honoured. Service was recognized. Sacrifice was acknowledged. These moments matter and they should.

But empathy cannot be selective. In the same speech, other human beings were reduced to categories, to threats, to problems. Immigrants spoken of not as people with stories, but as dangers. Undocumented does not erase dignity. It does not erase humanity. A leader cannot elevate the humanity of one group while diminishing another. Compassion is not something that can be divided and distributed only where it is politically convenient.

Leadership is direction. Leadership is steadiness. Leadership is truth spoken with responsibility. While the speech framed America as broken, Canada continues its quieter work. The measure of this country called Canada has never been based on how loudly it declares strength. It is measured by whether its institutions hold, whether its facts stand, and whether its people remain bound by a shared commitment to dignity.

The United States has long been seen as a beacon. Imperfect, yes, but a light. A country that, despite its struggles, tried to move forward and in doing so inspired others to believe that democratic institutions could endure. Yet listening last night, one would think it was a shattered and hopeless place until one man arrived to rescue it. That is the part that troubles me. When a nation begins to believe that everything before was failure, that everything around it is a threat, and that only one voice can restore greatness, something deeper begins to change. The light does not grow stronger. It begins to flicker. And when that light flickers, it is not only Americans who feel it. The world does. As many have said this week: “I would rather be a citizen of Canada with a silver medal than a citizen of the United States with a gold medal.”

I grew up on the coast. Lighthouses were never symbols to me. They were real, solid and necessary. They stood through storms, through darkness, through uncertainty. They held their light so others could find their way. The tragedy is now that a nation is allowing a light to dim in believing that a loud voice can be more important than what has been their compass and direction for almost 250 years.

The speech was called the State of the Union. But the state of the union, beyond the name of the speech, now feels like a shoreline where the lighthouse light is fading. A world without a steady beacon is a far more dangerous place.

And when the storm rises, it is not the loudest voice that guides us home. It is the lighthouse that still has the strength to shine.

My Happy Place

Posted: February 25, 2026 in Uncategorized

I have travelled to many warm places in my life, the Bahamas, Hawaii, Florida, different corners of Mexico, beautiful places, all of them. But happiness is not always about beauty. Sometimes it is about belonging. And for reasons I cannot fully explain, when I arrive in Puerto Vallarta, something inside me settles. My breath feels deeper. My body feels lighter. The noise of life softens.

I have been going there for decades now, long enough for it to become part of my story. Over time, our connection has grown even more meaningful, as my youngest son’s life has become intertwined with this beautiful community through someone he cares about deeply who was born and raised there. What was once simply a place I loved has become something more personal, more rooted.

Some people say they have a spirit animal, something that grounds them, something that feels like home in a complicated world. I have something different. I have a spirit place on this planet. Puerto Vallarta is that place for me. It is where I feel most myself, most at peace, most whole.

Just a week ago I was there again. I walked familiar streets. I listened to the sounds that now feel like memory. My husband could not be with me this time, and yes, his absence was felt, but my joy was still real, because this place itself brings me calm.

I am not writing about headlines today. There are many voices doing that. I am writing about something else, but rather about connection, about loyalty, about the places that steady us when the world feels loud.

There is something about time there, the way it slows, the way the air feels softer in your lungs, the way your body remembers how to rest and your spirit remembers how to heal. It is not just escape. It is restoration.

This morning, I had already planned to book my next visit. As I watched events unfold and uncertainty filled the day, I paused but I did not change my mind so book I did. That trip is still a couple of months away, and I believe, as I always have, that things will be okay. And so, I will return. Not recklessly. Not blindly. But intentionally.

Because Puerto Vallarta is not just where I vacation. It is where I breathe differently. And because the people there, kind, resilient, generous people will be facing difficult economic days again after already rebuilding from so much loss after Covid. Tourism is not just leisure there; it is livelihood, dignity, and hope. My presence will not change the world, but perhaps, in a small way, it contributes to theirs.

Some may not understand this choice. That’s alright. We each choose what brings us peace, especially as life teaches us how precious joy truly is.

I cannot fully explain the magic of Puerto Vallarta. But if you know, you know. And when calm returns, so will I.

Nancy