Recently, I shared with you the story of the List Test, where the Carpenter sends me to the…
WriteOut of Her Mind
Chasing sunsets
In the middle of our recent heat wave, I was restless beyond words. As the day slipped away, the…
Bring back the Nords
This is an open letter to Gary Bettman, commissioner of the National Hockey League. I am hoping to…
My Riverfest Elora
There is something incredible about standing in a crowd of strangers, feet planted in a familiar…
Drive on
And just like that, summer ended. I watched it fade away in the rearview mirror on my way…
September
It seems the thing that I resist most in my life is the thing I need most: change. No other month…
Apple pie
I love fall fair season. It’s impossible to be cranky, unless you are the Carpenter, because…
Arguments
My husband, the Carpenter, is the great love of my life. I adore him. But sometimes, I don’t…
How chip dip saved my life
I had my credit card in my hand and the cursor hovered over the words “checkout.” All I…
Gratitude
So, I have been giving this whole gratitude thing a lot of thought as we head into another…
Vote
For years, I have stood alone on my soapbox and insisted that Canadian politics is not boring. It…
Sweet sixteen
This Friday is our 16th wedding anniversary, and as I write this, the Carpenter and I have made no…
Mom’s stash
I have the fondest memories of Halloween when my children were young. The images of little unicorns…
November witch
The farmer’s almanac warned us to “beware the November witch.” She was that…
History begins at home
It’s amazing what Canadians take for granted, and what it takes to make us stop. Remembrance…