WriteOut of Her Mind

I am not a morning person. Never have been. I don’t aim to be one, either. But, in order to…

I realize there is a pandemic sweeping across the world right now, so this may seem like a “first-world problem,” but I’m so sick of COVID this and COVID that.

There is a stack of boxes and totes in the corner of my living room. An old chrome toaster is…

While you’re reading this, I am standing on a dock overlooking the lake.

There are some things in life I could not do without; essential things like water, the love of my…

Sometimes my spontaneity brings about the most amazing road trip adventures and sometimes, it just…

Maybe this pandemic has finally gotten to me, or maybe turning 50 was a bigger life change than I anticipated, but I’ve made a life-changing decision.

August. Already. It’s weird how this pandemic makes me feel like I’m moving at a glacial pace,…

When the Carpenter picked me up on our first date, he was driving a 1986 silver Oldsmobile Cutlass.…

A few months ago I came home to find a green bin standing upright in the driveway.

Early last Monday morning, as I was getting in the car to head to work, my three favourite neighbours, the cutest kids in town, yelled across the street in unison, “Happy birthday, Kelly!” Adorable.

The heat warnings of late have really turned up the heat of my affection for my husband, the Carpenter.

A long-standing mystery for me has recently been solved. I understand why people love gardening. I get it now. I truly do. It’s so simple that I cannot believe I’ve missed it all this time, when the answers were growing around me all along. Gardening is its own reward.

The two most important men in my life are my father, Gary, and my husband, the Carpenter. These two men have a lot in common, despite being from different generations.

There will be no Pomp and Circumstance to lead the graduating class of 2020 across the stage, signifying their official graduate status.