There are few television spectacles I love as much as the Academy Awards, but it is not for the…
WriteOut of Her Mind
Question of balance
I have figured out the ultimate Father’s Day gift to give my husband, the Carpenter, father…
Same as it ever was
I am reaching that age where I have begun to cling to a decade of music that is reminiscent of my…
Forget it, Mr. Craig
Daniel Craig didn’t call, in case you were wondering. Based on last week’s column, I am…
Breakfast
After years of unsuccessful date nights, the Carpenter and I are trying a new thing: date mornings.…
Class is in
The only thing more annoying than the reality that summer 2013 has come to a close are those…
Christmas spirit
Perhaps my lactose-intolerant soul should have skipped the eggnog, because last night I was visited…
Validation is a funny thing
I’ve never been a winner. I don’t have medals, ribbons on the wall or trophies on a…
Long weekends
The long weekend got me thinking about my plans for three full days off. That got me thinking about…
Dye laughing
What I’m about to tell you may shock you. It may even change your opinion of me. Here it…
Broadway Baby
Sometimes you just have to buy the tickets. Ignore the account balance. Pick up the phone, use the…
Dear me
I have noticed a trend where advice gurus write letters to their younger selves as if having a…
November witch
The farmer’s almanac warned us to “beware the November witch.” She was that…
Love letter
The Carpenter and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. I like to think we celebrate ours…
Parenting lessons
In honour of Father’s Day, I have drafted a brief essay: “Things the Carpenter taught…