Kelly Waterhouse

I always wanted an Old English Sheepdog because Paul McCartney had one named Martha. It doesn’t get any cooler than being Paul McCartney’s dog, I surmised, except to have a dog just like it.

It was a complicated question that generated a simple answer, but in doing so, uncovered a simple truth, even if the answer was a lie. Let me give you some context.

In my family, the Kentucky Derby is a bigger deal than the World Series, the Stanley Cup or the Super Bowl.

My first vaccination is complete. In ways I didn’t anticipate, the moment brought forward a full range of emotions and all of them centred on gratitude. Grateful to be alive. Grateful to be healthy. Grateful to have access to the vaccine. Grateful I didn’t pass out (not a big fan of needles, guys).

Some couples text each other sexy photos or sweet words during the day, to keep that spark of romance alive. Yeah, good for them.

It had been happening for days. I would let the dog and cats out into the backyard and they’d head straight for the bench located at the back of the garage. Noses down, they’d pace about. The dog would bark at nothing. The cats would jump on the bench, tails swinging back and forth like a metronome

If you could have heard me ranting and raving this weekend through the windows of my home, you’d…

When you are in the throes of giving birth, and you politely, succinctly tell your doctor that you…

I’m not a morning person. I’m not a mid-afternoon person either.

I apologize to you all for that snow in this week’s forecast. Totally my fault. I got my snow tires off a few weeks ago, so it was likely Kelly karma. I jumped the gun.(I also put the snow shovel in the shed too, so yeah, guilty). 

I know why we all love spring so much. There is something in the air and it’s not just the pollen, you guys. I mean, yes, the pollen count is high, but so are the spring pheromones in the animal kingdom.

The announcement of another lockdown, talk of new COVID-19 variants, bad news close to home, another family holiday dinner cancelled, missing my college kid far from home and the realization that the Easter Bunny forgot my Cadbury Crème Egg this year, was a lot to take in on Sunday morning.

Amongst the menagerie of pets in my home is a rabbit who takes up a fairly significant amount of square footage in my living room. I bet you are judging me right now. Who lets a rabbit hop around their living room? Me, that’s who.

It’s tax time. Taxes scare me.