Christmas is not about the presents. Parents say this all the time. It’s the phrase we say…
WriteOut of Her Mind
Its lovely weather for a shinny game together
Father Christmas has nothing on the father of my children, the Carpenter. He is the hero of the…
Dont quote me
The transition from one year to another makes me nostalgic. I invite you to partake in a little…
Here we go again
Christmas 2010 came, it went. I am not sad that the Christmas tree came down. I do not miss…
Wendel Clark & me
Once upon a time, I was a dedicated Toronto Maple Leaf fan. Stop laughing, you (insert team name…
The kids are alright
I could not have predicted my first thought that morning would be how to dispose of a body. What a…
The Force
I married the Carpenter because he is the ying to my yang (that sounds inappropriate), the white to…
Viva Las Vegas
My chance of lifetime came wrapped up as a four-day fully loaded girls-only trip to Las Vegas. No…
The Vegas Mojo
You should know by now I am a seeker of signs: purpose, life direction, meaning, location of my car…
Genie in a bottle
It happened. I am not proud of it. The green-eyed monster reared its ugly head and sent me into a…
Riel
It is with great sadness that I share the news that our family has lost our beloved dog of 15…
Spring Fever
Somewhere in the county there is a little, orange-breasted robin suffering post-traumatic stress…
My big downfall
Nobody saw it happen, though it was humiliating just the same. It was a classic kerfuffle, no doubt…
Hang up the skates
It’s time to hang up the skates, air out the hockey bag and reclaim the downstairs bathroom.…
Battle lines
My house has become a battle of the sexes. It’s girls versus boys. Good ole estrogen versus…