Kelly Waterhouse

You’re so vain. You probably think this column is about you, don’t you? Don’t you? Well,…

You know those mornings where you wonder if your life is actually a sitcom?

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It is said that in romantic relationships, you should allow yourself to be vulnerable with one another. Open your heart. Establish trust and maintain honesty.

This weekend is a perfect storm for couples: Valentine’s Day, Family Day and thus, a long weekend in what feels like an eternity – together - in lockdown.

I don’t know how I did it. I wasn’t doing anything outrageous or fun, because I cannot remember the last time I did anything outrageous or fun.

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.