As the end of the first week of school comes to a close, I congratulate students, parents and…
WriteOut of Her Mind
Seriously
New Years Eve is kind of like your first date with a bad boy: you get all dolled up, drink to calm…
Silly rabbit
Dear Easter Bunny, I have to be honest with you: the magic is gone. Once upon a time I was smitten…
Left field
Not many times in life do I get to play the role of superhero, so when the opportunity arises, I…
Snow tires
In hindsight, maybe it was cruel to tell the adolescent children I had their Christmas gift early…
Fired up – but in smoke
I have heard some pretty clever excuses for why the Carpenter doesn’t want to cook dinner…
The list test
A good marriage requires consistent communication. Whenever the Carpenter and I begin to rest on…
History begins at home
It’s amazing what Canadians take for granted, and what it takes to make us stop. Remembrance…
Rolling stone
Everything happens for a reason. So, when my self-proclaimed heroic status of Super Kelly is dealt…
Growing up
Despite the fact that I only graduated like 10 years ago (what? It could be true), I am suddenly…
Lead then follow
The thick frost of the early morning draped the windows of my car in a white veil of crystals.…
Supreme embarrassment
One of the most important relationships in my life is with my teenage son, who is becoming…
Flags up
The first thing my family is going to do when this week’s Wellington Advertiser arrives on…
Harmony’s price
The Carpenter is an avid reader of the Advertiser – partly because he likes to read…
Whack the mole
When my 2018 leather-bound agenda arrived in the mail, I felt like a child getting a brand-new…