I just returned from a week’s vacation, but nobody outside of my colleagues knew I was gone.
All I wanted for Mother’s Day was an orange Muskoka chair made from recycled plastic. Orange,…
Sometimes you just need someone to listen, to witness whatever cloud is hovering over your head and help you clear it out. Not solve or fix, or repair. Just listen. Bear witness. Then allow you to return the favour. The strongest friendships are rooted in trust.
I woke up early on Saturday, though admittedly not as early as the Carpenter. He needs to greet the sun. I need to slowly slip into the day. But I love that he leaves me freshly brewed coffee.
I always wanted an Old English Sheepdog because Paul McCartney had one named Martha. It doesn’t get any cooler than being Paul McCartney’s dog, I surmised, except to have a dog just like it.
It was a complicated question that generated a simple answer, but in doing so, uncovered a simple truth, even if the answer was a lie. Let me give you some context.
In my family, the Kentucky Derby is a bigger deal than the World Series, the Stanley Cup or the Super Bowl.
My first vaccination is complete. In ways I didn’t anticipate, the moment brought forward a full range of emotions and all of them centred on gratitude. Grateful to be alive. Grateful to be healthy. Grateful to have access to the vaccine. Grateful I didn’t pass out (not a big fan of needles, guys).
Some couples text each other sexy photos or sweet words during the day, to keep that spark of romance alive. Yeah, good for them.
It had been happening for days. I would let the dog and cats out into the backyard and they’d head straight for the bench located at the back of the garage. Noses down, they’d pace about. The dog would bark at nothing. The cats would jump on the bench, tails swinging back and forth like a metronome
If you could have heard me ranting and raving this weekend through the windows of my home, you’d…
When you are in the throes of giving birth, and you politely, succinctly tell your doctor that you…
I’m not a morning person. I’m not a mid-afternoon person either.
I apologize to you all for that snow in this week’s forecast. Totally my fault. I got my snow tires off a few weeks ago, so it was likely Kelly karma. I jumped the gun.(I also put the snow shovel in the shed too, so yeah, guilty).