WriteOut of Her Mind

Soon we will gather around the dinner table with family for holiday celebrations and, if you’ve got teenagers, your relatives are going to ask them the same question that you dreaded when you were 17: what are you going to do after high school?

I admire people who share photos of their perfectly decorated Christmas trees on social media.

I was feeling a little under the weather this weekend so, I did something I need to do more. I took Me time.

I’m fortunate to have parents who taught me the value of community at an early age.

There are some truths in a marriage that nobody can prepare you for, like issues tucked into your marital bed.

At least twice a day I drive past the Wellington County Museum and Archives, but I never pass without taking notice of the grand building that stands atop the hill.

The Carpenter and I recently celebrated our 20th wedding anniversary. 

Instant coffee is not coffee. It’s just not. It shouldn’t even be a thing.  It’s a lie in an…

I overhead this remark the other day: “What difference does it make who I vote for? Politicians are all liars. Nothing is going to change.” It made me wonder, is there is a greeting card for apathy? I may write one.

The greatest lesson I’ve learned this year is this: never underestimate the power of gratitude.

Nine years. 468 payments. One lease. One bank loan. Paid off.

The temperatures were warm last weekend, a final farewell as the official end of the summer, but we had to close all the windows.

I woke up angry. As my eyes opened slowly to find the morning sun peering into the bedroom, I tried to decipher if the movie that I had just lived through was in fact a nightmare, or worse, an unpleasant reality.

My love of long car rides was inherited from my father.  He taught me to appreciate the rural…

It’s as if August knows that September is right behind it, so it hurries out of the way.