Kelly Waterhouse

The day before the first snow fall, I had my winter tires put on my car by trusted professionals.

One month until Christmas. That time is going to fly by in the hyper holiday hurry of planning, shopping, decorating and hosting.

I keep a running list of things I need to do – chores that I’ll get to eventually, at some point, when I have free time. Ha, ha. Free time. That’s funny.

Spontaneous moments are my favourite, especially when they change the course of your day. I had a…

Driving to work on Nov. 1, the sky was grey, a quilt of clouds that stretched out across the…

Another wedding anniversary passed and in many ways, this one was like others in our past: ridiculous. I spent the entire weekend in our queen-sized bed, tossing about in the sheets. It was exhausting, sweaty and amazing.

I have now, as of this weekend, been married for as long as I was alive when I first met the…

I broke Facebook and Instagram last Monday. You’re welcome. I shut those social media platforms down with a few key strokes on my personal Facebook page, where I posted my frustration with the company’s new business suite platform to see if my friends had similar issues. That’s all it took.

You can’t knock Thanksgiving as a holiday, mostly because it centres around taking a pause from our busy lives to express gratitude for the things we have in our lives that we often take for granted, being so busy and all. Also, it centres on a meal that includes gravy and stuffing. Hallelujah.

This pandemic has taught me a lot about myself, like how much I miss people – but also, how much I like being alone. Turns out I’m a blast to hang out with. Just ask me.

It needed to be said, so I said it. I texted the Carpenter early Monday morning with these three important words: You were right.

This summer I have only visited four chip trucks. Four. That shows outstanding self-control. There are few things in life I love more than french fries from a chip truck, except long car ride adventures to find them.

Apparently I’m late to the gate on relationship terminology, but I recently heard someone refer to their “love language” as the reason they had to end a budding romantic partnership.  Seems they didn’t speak the same love language. It’s a thing. Huh.

I could feel it in the air, that familiar gentle shift of the seasons stirring, as if the breeze…