WriteOut of Her Mind

I know why we all love spring so much. There is something in the air and it’s not just the pollen, you guys. I mean, yes, the pollen count is high, but so are the spring pheromones in the animal kingdom.

The announcement of another lockdown, talk of new COVID-19 variants, bad news close to home, another family holiday dinner cancelled, missing my college kid far from home and the realization that the Easter Bunny forgot my Cadbury Crème Egg this year, was a lot to take in on Sunday morning.

Amongst the menagerie of pets in my home is a rabbit who takes up a fairly significant amount of square footage in my living room. I bet you are judging me right now. Who lets a rabbit hop around their living room? Me, that’s who.

It’s tax time. Taxes scare me.

I am a recent convert to the benefits of daily meditation practice.

I know I’ve convinced you that I have it all together (pretend I have convinced you). Check marks in all the check boxes. Ducks in a row. Balanced mind. Balanced bank account. Clean floors and countertops. Career on point. Rock solid marriage. Mother of the year. A regular Susie Sunshine.

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?

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…