Post-Christmas syndrome is a thing. I have it. It’s the realization that the best holiday on the…
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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.…
Writing life: A question of sanity
Boy, have we got lots to talk about. Welcome to my column, Write Out of Her Mind. As you get to…
The dreaded spousal Christmas party
I cannot be the only person who dreads attending her spouse’s company Christmas party.…
Snow removal fantasy
One of the ironies for Canadians is we act surprised when the first snow storm hits. We act…
Open Letter to Santa Claus
Dear Santa: I recognize I’m a little old for this, but I have one Christmas wish that my…
New year, new perspective
If there is one thing I know to be true in this life, it is this: you will keep repeating the same…
A Wii bit of stress
It’s a new year and a there is a not-so-new voice in my head saying, “Put the chip dip…
Flossing ambitions
Parents are not supposed to determine their children’s career path. Children are supposed to…
After-shock
When last week’s earthquake shook the foundation of the small island of Haiti, I didn’t…
Battle of the …
Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens; bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens. Those…