It may seem cliché, but in honour of Thanksgiving I’m going to share with you what…
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Deflated
Remember how I told you that the Carpenter sent me shopping for nails? Hold on to that thought,…
The punch line
This week there will be a celebration in our house, but you’ll never know it. There…
Always
When the world is too much, I go for a walk with no destination in mind. There is something about…
No bacon jokes
I couldn’t tell you about Halloween last week because, well, it hadn’t happened yet.…
iSpouse
Technology is ruining my marriage. I detest the Carpenter’s tablet and his obsessive need to…
Dye laughing
What I’m about to tell you may shock you. It may even change your opinion of me. Here it…
Snow tires
In hindsight, maybe it was cruel to tell the adolescent children I had their Christmas gift early…
Slap shot
The hockey boards are up in the backyard, Christmas lights are strung on poles high above, and my…
Christmas spirit
If someone finds my Christmas spirit, please return it to me. I think I left it in aisle four. I am…
The gift of time
Dear Santa Claus: Please accept this letter as my formal Christmas wish list. Since I am a writer…
Boxing Day
Boxing Day is not meant for shopping; it’s meant for napping. The world would be a better…
Turned on
Christmas already feels far away. I would be remiss if I didn’t reassure you that I got my…
The good wife
I’ve spent a lot of time in this column telling you about my spouse, the Carpenter, and how…
Ice cold
The Carpenter and I have been together a long time and, to his credit, he marks rather high on the…