WriteOut of Her Mind

They say in life you will come across people who are put in your path to teach you something about yourself. 

Welcome to the sexiest month of the entire calendar year. Yes, that’s right, July has that distinction. Why? Because I said so, silly. Look it up. Surely, somewhere on the internet this can be verified, because everything on the internet is true. Or, you can just believe me because I cannot lie. I

Though my maiden name is linked to a famous accounting firm and an international financial institution, I did not inherit the financial smarts nor the financial rewards associated with the name.

It goes without saying that Mother Nature has been cranky this spring, but it only goes to prove that my instincts as a newbie gardener were deeply rooted in faith. 

With Father’s Day approaching, I’ve been thinking a great deal about the fathers in my life. 

My car is not fancy. 

It was my fault. 

Seconds count. According to research, you will live longer if you and your significant other  kiss for a count of six seconds each time you share a kiss with each other.

No matter what this week throws in your path, just keep your focus: there is a long weekend on the horizon. Just a few short days to go.

You know what they say about best intentions, and therefore you know where that leads. 

Mental health breaks can be as simple as a drive to the garden nursery on a damp Saturday morning, to stand in the sheltered soft light of the greenhouse and breathe in the air of all the blooming plants and flowers that surround you in perfect rows. 

It was 4am and my internal alarm clock decided that sleep was over. A waning gibbous moon shone bright, clear white above the row of homes that stretch out in my neighbourhood. There is something magic in the dark morning before the day wakes up.

I’m not going to ask for Cadbury Creme Eggs this year (the British version, because I’m no amateur). I’m not going to do it. I will not get my hopes up.

On a rare day, I found myself home alone. The house was mine, all mine. Solitude. Sigh. 

I never thought I would say this, but I’d like to thank U.S.  national security officials for proving that I am not, in fact, the most inept user of current technologies, though my TikTok account may suggest otherwise.