Welcome to Barker Communications
I help non-profits and socially responsible businesses learn to tell their stories more effectively.
How?
Through writing, strategic planning and training support.
Here’s a list of services I can provide your organization; a list of my recent clients (feel free to contact any of them for a reference); a few client testimonials; and links to some resources I’ve written.
I sporadically add posts to my blog. Find client stories collected here; my sharedVISION column here; and old health blog posts here.





So stay warm, avoid stress, and nix chemicals
We’re a society of people who work hard, play hard, and ultimately, collapse hard. If there’s one thing most of us wish we could have more of, it’s energy. Certainly, the $5-billion (and growing) energy drink market attests to this, as do the number of coffee shops around town. Even those of us who try to eat well, get enough sleep, and take weekends to relax often find ourselves melting into a puddle at the end of most days. (I am no exception to this. My son, however, loves those evenings since it means Cheerios for supper and no homework-haranguing from me.)
When I was a kid I was quite jealous of my mom. She was narcoleptic and could fall asleep anywhere and at any time (although not always by choice!). Myself, I fall asleep easily enough (OK, as long as the room is perfectly dark and dead quiet), but I rarely sleep through till morning, waking up at between 2 and 3 am most nights. I don’t really consider this a problem, since my partner has a similar sleep pattern. He’s good company at 2 am.
Once, when I was eight years old, I was sitting on the toilet and eating my favourite cookies. I had one cookie in each hand and the rest of the box on the floor. And then my mom walked in. Although this happened 35 years ago, the memory of her disgust still triggers my anxiety.
Several years ago I was kvetching with two girlfriends about my non-existent sex drive. I’d been married for a decade, was having sex with my husband once every six or eight weeks, and was of the mind that if I never had to have sex again, my life would be no worse.