WriteOut of Her Mind

I don’t think it’s fair, but for reasons that are obvious to everyone but me, I’m not allowed to use power tools. 

The answer to the age-old question, “how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?” is three cords. 

I’ve not seen the new Barbie movie, but I’m enjoying the hype around it. So much pink. So much nostalgia. So much Ryan Gosling. 

I’m on the other side of my July birthday now, which gave pause for reflection on the year that passed. So much change, but with it, so much growth.

I wouldn’t have put “run from cows” on my list of life challenges I’d like to experience, but suffice it to say, I have now experienced the sheer panic that comes from trying to out-run cows.

Welcome to the sexiest season on the Canadian calendar: summer. 

My closest friends will tell you there is nothing I like more than finding the right song with the right lyrics for the right moment and sharing it with them. 

If you weren’t at the Fergus Fall Fair’s Breakfast on the Farm event last weekend, put it on your calendar for next year. 

The white lace curtains that hung over the window overlooking my desk were moving slowly, in and out, as if breathing. 

When I got home Saturday night from the Meadows Music Festival in Fergus, I reeked of beer, vodka coolers, pop and whatever substances floated through the air, though I did not actually consume any of it. 

I feel it is my civic duty to tell you that if you live in Wellington County and are not a card-carrying member of your local library, you’re missing out on some seriously good stuff.

It turns out country life suits me quite nicely. I am communing with nature every day. It makes me…

The first long weekend of nice weather (fingers crossed) is finally upon us. For this, we must…

Writing a Mother’s Day column is challenging despite the fact that nothing has shaped my life more than becoming a mother – except maybe having one whose influence on my life remains one of my greatest blessings.

One of the greatest legacies a person can leave in their beloved profession is to be a mentor for those new to the trade, who are well aware of the shadow cast by the giants who paved the way before them. Better still is if those mentors have giant hearts.