Kelly Waterhouse

So long, 2020. Buh-bye. Ciao. Hosta la vista, baby. But before you go, one last thing (I always like to get the last word): thank you, 2020, for lessons that I didn’t know I needed and the wake-up call that has forever changed my perspective on who and what matters.

It took two weeks to decorate our Christmas tree. Two weeks. The beautiful lush fir tree stood straight and firm in the corner of the living room in its sand pail, patiently waiting for its holiday dressing, but I couldn’t do it.

Santa, I am writing to you because I know this year I won’t be allowed to see you in person to…

One of the best things to come of this mucked up merry season is that it has really brought forth the luxury of staying home for the holidays, of shopping local and being grateful for where I live.

Even the strongest marriages will be tested when it comes time to put up the Christmas tree. I know…

I cannot speak for my husband, the Carpenter, but I suspect there are times when being married to…

I’ve recently been reminded in my marriage that while opposites attract, sometimes we’re not…

I recently had a short visit with my 18 year-old son who is living on his own in what is…

I woke up last Friday morning to the news that Anita Stewart, a community champion and someone I…

Halloween is upon us. This makes me ridiculously happy. Like most grown-ups, I love this tradition…

I love my dog, Scout, even when I don’t particularly like her. I am confident she feels the same…

The pandemic has brought into focus something that has been missing from my life: I don’t have a…