Cynthia Soda

People often tell me they admire me for carrying on my father's legacy. Every time they say it, I smile... ...and every time, a tiny part of me wants to gently correct them. Not because I don't adore my father. I do. More than words can explain. But because that's not actually what happened. When I was in Grade 8, beside my graduation photo, we were asked to write down our dream career. Mine said: Interior Designer or Pediatrician. I'm still not entirely sure how I thought I was...

All my life, people have told me they would never know if I was in a bad mood because I always have a smile on my face. (Mind you, over the various seasons of my life for those who are lucky enough to be in my inner circle, they may beg to differ...😉) Generally speaking, though, it still comes up. Want to know a secret? I have a control problem. Not in life generally. Just ask my children, who seem to enjoy complete autonomy when it comes to leaving dishes on every available surface in the...

A Mother’s Day reflection on joy, pressure, and the life we’re designing I was sitting in my new doctor’s office recently, casually answering the question: “So, what do you do?” Like most women (most mothers) there wasn’t a simple singular answer, so, I listed all the things: The kids. Their schedules. Their sports. Their lives. The yoga and fitness classes I make (and squeeze in early mornings so I’ll have the rest of the day free… again, for the kids). The business I built and continue...