Kelly Waterhouse

I never thought I’d be throwing a special dinner for something like a vaccination, but I did – and yes, there was cake.

I cannot tell you how old my mother, Lynda, turned on her birthday last week. It’s not that I…

I love my job, but it should come as no surprise that I have several fantasy careers that have yet to come to fruition. Some for reasons that are self-explanatory; others we will blame on my spouse’s failure to support my dreams.

This weekend, I’m driving my son back to college in a city a few hours away, where the COVID-19…

So long, 2020. Buh-bye. Ciao. Hosta la vista, baby. But before you go, one last thing (I always like to get the last word): thank you, 2020, for lessons that I didn’t know I needed and the wake-up call that has forever changed my perspective on who and what matters.

It took two weeks to decorate our Christmas tree. Two weeks. The beautiful lush fir tree stood straight and firm in the corner of the living room in its sand pail, patiently waiting for its holiday dressing, but I couldn’t do it.

Santa, I am writing to you because I know this year I won’t be allowed to see you in person to…

One of the best things to come of this mucked up merry season is that it has really brought forth the luxury of staying home for the holidays, of shopping local and being grateful for where I live.

Even the strongest marriages will be tested when it comes time to put up the Christmas tree. I know…

I cannot speak for my husband, the Carpenter, but I suspect there are times when being married to…

I’ve recently been reminded in my marriage that while opposites attract, sometimes we’re not…

I recently had a short visit with my 18 year-old son who is living on his own in what is…