Mary Haynes
Mary Haynes splits her time between a romantic old sailboat in tropical waters and a beach home in Ontario. A wanderer, by fate, she embraces wherever she roams! Mary recently completed her first children’s book, “Who Ate My Peppers?”
Travelling Homebody
Anxiety overwhelms me I fight to remain calm. Focus, step by step Sorting, cleaning, packing. Moving AGAIN or a weekend getaway
Mary HaynesPublished about 4 hours ago in Poets
Beware the Pear
Eve basked by the bonfire, fascinated by Dario's tales of his world travel. She sipped away on the glass of William's pear brandy he had offered her. He told her of driving in the French countryside, where he saw the sun glinting off something in the orchards. Drawn to the glistening bottles, he visited the orchard and learned they put bottles over the budding pears on the tree. The pears grew inside and were harvested together.
Mary HaynesPublished 23 days ago in FictionNavin's Gift
The winter was unrelenting. The Great Lakes were almost completely frozen. The Coast Guard Icebreakers were out daily to keep the ferry routes working. The February thaw didn't happen, nor did March's. It was well into April, and the weather forecasters still couldn't deliver good news. There was nothing they could see that indicated any relief from the frigid temperatures. Punxsutawney Phil, Wiarton Willy, Jimmy the Groundhog, Dunkirk Dave, and Staten Island Chuck had been placed in protective custody. Stores were entirely out of any heating device, indoor or outdoor.
Mary HaynesPublished 28 days ago in Fiction
Properly Served
A wave of her hand brought the conversation to an end. There was no point in continuing; Joyce had stopped listening. I left her in her dressing room, bathed in the green glow of her antique chandelier. She was probably getting ready to meet HIM.
Mary HaynesPublished about a month ago in FictionThat's a Lot of Bull
Summer was ending. The group would soon be headed off to college or full-time jobs. Their carefree time was slipping away. The challenges and pranks increased as the days grew shorter. Tracy went along with the group, but she was always the last one in and the first one out of any of the shenanigans they got up to.
Mary HaynesPublished about a month ago in Fiction
The Flower Doesn't Wilt Far From the Root
Mari rolled out of bed. Exhausted after moving into her new home, she couldn’t remember crawling into bed. She put a pod in the coffee maker. The aroma of coffee helped clear the fuzzies. She opened the living room blinds.
Mary HaynesPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
Learning to Appreciate Sharks
I think sharks are incredible creatures, truly remarkable. That doesn’t mean I’m not afraid of them. I’d like to think my fear is a healthy one, more grounded than when I was younger. I remember being asked what I was afraid of. Spontaneously I answered, sharks and tidal waves. I had dreams about them both. For a girl who lived in Central Ontario, it seemed highly unlikely I would encounter either. I laughed about my irrational fears when chatting about fears with friends. Then I moved to Miami, Florida and realized that both my childhood irrational fears had become semi-rational ones.
Mary HaynesPublished 2 months ago in WanderSpecial Delivery
Ryan parked his UPS truck. He picked up a brown cardboard box and placed it on the front porch of Old Lady Snell's mansion. He'd been delivering it monthly for a few years now, but he still felt tingling run down his spine.
Mary HaynesPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
