WriteOut of Her Mind

Hey Big Guy, I hope this letter finds you jolly and that your reindeer are healthy and ready for the epic Christmas Eve world tour, where I know children anticipate your mysterious arrival and the subsequent leaving of presents. 

I looked in the closet. I looked under the bed. I searched the cupboards, the drawers, and the shelves. 

His face said it all. Crushed.  Sad. Grateful. Lost. It was over. And with it, a very beautiful piece of his generous, joyful essence that I unabashedly adore. 

I heard the snap and the immediate ping, but I lost sight of it as it flew through the air like a meteor. 

Right on schedule, our daughter’s wisdom teeth were removed last week. All four of them. 

There is a large Maple tree in our front yard that has yet to fully shed its leaves, but it’s a matter of days. 

With Halloween upon us, I figure there are two types of people in this world: those who love horror films and those who do not. I trust you know that I’m the latter. 

He loves me. 

I almost fell for it. It seemed legit. To be fair, I was on vacation. I was in a different headspace.

Thanksgiving again. A fine tradition that has me ordering desserts because I don’t bake pies and I’m okay with that.

I don’t have a medical degree, but I used to read the back of cereal boxes, which in the current political landscape appears to be the same thing. 

That headline is false. Nobody involved was turned on. 

It’s fair to say that I enjoyed the 188th Fergus Fall Fair last weekend. Well done, everyone.

I knew summer was over before it was over, kind of like how I knew that college boyfriend relationship was over before the end of first term, but with more dread and less drama. Good things come to an end to make way for better things.

They don’t tell you this about marriage, but trust me when I say, a little rivalry is a good thing.