Apologies folks. For the first time in six years with the Wellington Advertiser, I missed my column…
WriteOut of Her Mind
July, baby
Welcome to the best month in the calendar year. I’d like to point out that two incredible…
Seventeen
My lucky number is seventeen. I am hoping this continues as this weekend the Carpenter and I…
It still means everything
Tuesday is Valentine’s Day, which means absolutely nothing in my marriage because we try…
Bird song
It’s 4:30 am and I am wide awake. The Carpenter just left for work. I lay in bed and listen…
Shut the door
Look, before I even begin, let’s be clear: he would have died anyway. He was a goner long…
The beacon
The Christmas tree is down and the ornaments and decorations are put away until next year, when…
The short answer
I’m not proud of this. It doesn’t happen very often. I try very hard to be consciously…
Riverfest memories
If it is possible to have a happiness hangover, that’s me this week. Three nights and two…
Flossing ambitions
Parents are not supposed to determine their children’s career path. Children are supposed to…
Mommyhood Day
The decision to become a mother wasn’t one I recall consciously making, at least not…
My summer success
The pool turned green. The grass turned yellow in blotches. We needed an extra blanket on our beds.…
Three wishes
Christmas is not about the presents. Parents say this all the time. It’s the phrase we say…
The youth vote
I knew something dire would happen. I went to a water park in a bathing suit and parliament…
Grass is greener
I was trying to be helpful. I wanted to show my hard-working spouse, the Carpenter, some support.…