If you read this column last week, you’ll recall that in honour of our 25th wedding anniversary, I shared the beginning of the story of how the Carpenter and I officially met, walking up the aisle together in someone else’s wedding as bridesmaid and usher.
WriteOut of Her Mind
Beginning
They say that when it comes to finding your true love, “The One,” you’ll know.
Chords
You’d think by now that I’d have learned to keep my thoughts inside my head, but if you’ve read this column for any length of time, surely by now you know I’m not hardwired to hold back.
Head over …
I took my husband to see my boyfriend perform at Centre in the Square last week. A rare date night with my two favourite men: the Carpenter and Jim Cuddy.
Signal
He tore out the advertisement from last week’s newspaper and put it on the kitchen table where I couldn’t help but see it. He’s subtle like that.
Stone
She handed me a stone like she was handing me a bar of gold and something about the gesture felt as if that’s exactly what it was: gold.
Declared
The Carpenter and I have entered year two of an NFL pool and this year, I’ve deflated my water-wings to dive in with an enthusiasm he wasn’t quite prepared for. Yep, this football season, I’m making waves.
Web
She dangled from the eavestrough of the barn, upside down and balled up, completely content in a matrix of invisible thread. She was about the size of a toonie.
Back at it
We’re back at it: the routine that September brings. Full calendars. Coordinated schedules. Structured time. Registration fees. The never-ending saga of the question that has no easy answer: “what do you want for dinner?”
Butter
Corn on the cob is about as genuine an end-of-summer tradition as any end-of-summer tradition gets and I am here for it. But it’s not because of the corn so much as it is the butter. It’s all about the butter.
FOMO
Well now, that was a weekend.
Quack
I have two words for you: chicken yoga. Wait, hear me out. Chickens are lovely creatures. They need to investigate everything. Skittish, but not anxious. They are fluffy and poised, able to meander about with effortless confidence that borders on arrogant and indifferent. Good qualities.
Marvel
I meant to pack the anti-nausea medicine. Motion sickness and vertigo are inherited traits. I cannot read in a moving car or sit backwards on a train. Roller coasters? Forget about it. Those glory days are behind me.
Mystic
So long July, you most beautiful of months, you. Thanks for a great birthday, for introducing me to amazing people, for unexpected adventures and for the reminder that I have an amazing community around me. It’s been fun.
Sliver
I stepped out of the shower onto the soft, luxurious mat and immediately felt the pain of something sharp pierce the ball of my foot. Ouch.