Dear 2019, I realize you aren’t a person, more like a metaphysical concept, so let’s not get…
WriteOut of Her Mind
Post-Christmas syndrome
Post-Christmas syndrome is a thing. I have it. It’s the realization that the best holiday on the…
Fergus Santa
I met up with Santa Claus at a coffee shop in downtown Fergus a few weeks ago. He was holding court…
Merry flirting
The censorship of the holiday song Baby, it’s Cold Outside has me a little heated. Before I…
Bohemians
If I contributed anything of value to my children’s gene pool, I know it is a profound love of…
No mistletoe
Sometimes cynicism is a good thing, especially when I accept that it’s just pessimism without…
Home sick
You know what they say: the family that gets sick together, gets to stay home and be sick together.…
March break
March break sneaks up on parents. By the time you read this, we’ll be nearing the end of it.…
Romeo, oh Romeo
My life is a Shakespearian comedy. Take last Friday morning, for example. Everything was going…
Doing the wave
The colour-coded calendar on the fridge is full with PA days, pizza lunches, sports schedules, and…
The kids are alright
I could not have predicted my first thought that morning would be how to dispose of a body. What a…
Badges of honour
When I was 8, I promised to do my best, to do my duty, to God, the Queen and my country. I was a…
Flipping my lid
Oh plastic container lid, where art thou? Why do you mock me so early on a Tuesday morning? Take…
Earning my wings
The predictions for 2012 are rather dire now, aren’t they? I confess there was a time when…
A room with a view
Ladies and gentlemen, let the record show that there is nothing, absolutely nothing sexier than a…