WriteOut of Her Mind

Despite some smack-talk at the Fergus Lions Home and Leisure Show last week, I do know that you do not milk a cow by pumping its tail.

Now that my children are adults, I figured I might offer some generic advice on behalf of my fellow mothers of grown children, so we all have a clear sense of direction for Mother’s Day.

You don’t know how much you appreciate something until it’s gone. Throughout the pandemic, I…

I never should have picked it up. I never should have opened it. But I couldn’t resist. Surely this was a sign. It wanted my attention. Who was I to refuse?

Easter was always one of my favourite times as a child and I cherish those sentimental memories now, because as an adult, the Easter Bunny and his traditions are less adorable. 

I’ve found the news from the Ukraine hard to handle, much less process. I’ve woken up with the guilt that I live a good life and my family is safe in a country free of war. Canadians take so much for granted.

Hey winter, can we talk? 

Don’t tell the Carpenter, but my boyfriend is back. 

The Carpenter is not okay. The Seattle Seahawks have traded star quarterback Russell Wilson to the Denver Broncos. 

I’m dedicating this column to the man who always has my back, my partner in life, the Carpenter. And yes, this will be mushy. Prepare yourself accordingly. 

You can be in a relationship for a long time and still learn new things about your partner over the years. Shocking things, even. 

Maybe you need the reminder as much as I do: there is good in this world. 

When someone was behaving oddly, my Grandpa Jack used to say they were they were “crackers.”

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner.

No offense, January, but in my humble opinion, you really sucked.