WriteOut of Her Mind

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.

The perfect end to a perfect summer is happening for me right now, as you’re reading these words.…

I have never been so grateful for back and muscle pain relievers as I was this weekend. No regrets. I can honestly say I enjoyed Riverfest Elora to the fullest of my personal capacity, if also to the detriment of my knee caps.

It’s finally here, my favourite event of summer: Riverfest Elora.

Without question, this has been one of my best summers in recent memory and I haven’t even had my week of vacation yet (three weeks and counting).

We’re just days away from the Carpenter’s birthday and I’ve been thinking of creative gifts for him because, in an unprecedented move, this year my husband outdid himself on my birthday.

There are two important lessons I’ve learned about friendship.

My perfect weekend requires culture, sports, friend time, family time, and the always valuable…

She crossed the stage with a posture and pace that said everything I needed to know, sitting near…