WriteOut of Her Mind

Boxing Day is not meant for shopping; it’s meant for napping. The world would be a better…

Christmas already feels far away. I would be remiss if I didn’t reassure you that I got my…

I’ve spent a lot of time in this column telling you about my spouse, the Carpenter, and how…

The Carpenter and I have been together a long time and, to his credit, he marks rather high on the…

I have never been a brave person when it comes to needles, or medical offices for that matter. But…

We may not always eat dinner together as a family, but when we do have an opportunity to sit around…

We spend too much time pushing this notion of romantic love, particularly on Valentine’s Day.…

Every family has a culture and in my little family of four, the main current of our culture is…

Around this time every year, life starts to feel like a traffic jam – and I’m stuck in…

It’s been a long winter, and there is more to come. When the cabin fever seeps in, I take…

Unlike most women I know, I do not enjoy shopping for clothes. I find the whole experience…

Sometimes you just have to buy the tickets. Ignore the account balance. Pick up the phone, use the…

I have heard some pretty clever excuses for why the Carpenter doesn’t want to cook dinner…

The ice rink in our backyard has melted and the poop soup has surfaced and begun to percolate under…

Nothing makes me feel more Canadian than the annual accounting ritual of filing my income tax. This…