WriteOut of Her Mind

When things in my life are going really well, as if a spell of joy has been cast on me, I imagine…

I remember it well, the day the Carpenter looked at me from across the room and said, “are we…

That’s how much time I had to myself: 24 hours. All alone in a lovely hotel suite, with a…

I saw a survey recently that calculated the state of the Canadian identity by asking a…

A dear friend asked me recently if I was happy. The question was out of the blue. Me being me, I…

I should never underestimate the Carpenter. Just when I think I’ve caught my spouse dropping…

People often ask me where I get the inspiration for this column and I have one simple answer: I…

Tick another box of my Canada 150 bucket list. I got to see Gordon Lightfoot perform at the Elora…

I don’t like shopping. I like it even less when the purchases aren’t for me, yet I am…

Last weekend, the Carpenter celebrated his 50th birthday in grand style. And do you know why this…

The barriers are up. The stages are being assembled. The grounds are starting to take shape, and by…

Somebody please push pause. Hit the button. There is still time. I’m not ready for summer to…

Sometimes you have to believe in spirits. You just do. Especially when your mother assures you that…

Oh routine, how I have missed you and your scheduled ways.   You have arrived in the nick of…

The Carpenter is an avid reader of the Advertiser – partly because he likes to read…