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?”
Black Cadillac Predator
Riding by myself, I felt so free that sunny spring day in 1969. I didn't have to endure the twenty-minute ride on the hot, smelly bus with the screaming immature children. I was above that. In a few weeks, I would be graduating from grade eight. I was practically an adult! I had convinced my mother that I should be allowed to bike to and from school by promising that I would always take the quiet old road instead of the new highway 59.
Crunch Time Crafts
I've always been a dabbler. A little bit of this, a little bit of that, whatever new trend caught my attention growing up. I started crafting because I wanted to decorate my room like the ones I saw in the magazines. I learned how to do several crafty things, from helping my mom decorate for social occasions in our small town. However, crafting took on epic proportions when my friend Joan, signed us up as crafters who could do any type of craft project. As she put it, "How hard could it be?"
Ahead of Her Time
My mother was a force of nature. But not what you’d expect to be the powerhouse monarch of the household. She was in charge without seeming to be. Her gentle warmth and humor make everything comfortable, everything just worked. I suspect she was really like a swan, soft and regal on the surface but paddling madly under the surface.
Broken Heart Balloon
When you live half of your life on a sailboat, you develop a healthy respect for nature and climate. In 2014, it was the coldest winter in 200 years. The Great Lakes froze almost entirely over. That's the year my partner decided to start living on his boat at a dock on Lake Ontario. While he had it set up to be cozy inside, it became clear that climate change was happening around us, and we needed to pay attention. The following year I helped moved the boat down the Erie Canal system, into the Hudson River, and out on the ocean. We later continued our travels on the Inter Coastal Waterway to West Palm Beach, Florida.
Balancing Your Sylph and Your Nerd.
Hey there Gemini. Wow, it’s been a tough year for you! Your usual inquisitive, bubbly, uber chatty self has been forced to embrace the other side of your twin, the introverted, reflective, nervous-nelly side. Yikes! Too much time inside that head of yours has been kind of dizzying. There’s been a lot of adjusting between both your inside voices.
On the Fringe
On the Fringe by Mary Haynes In the summer of 1970, I fell for a guy in a fringed suede jacket. Even though it was summer, he wore it whenever he rode his Triumph 350 motorcycle. He wore a teardrop peace chain around his neck on his frequently bare chest. He played Classical Gas on the guitar around the campfire. In short he was the perfect 70's crush!
Eye on the Sky
Eye on the Sky by Mary Haynes The turtle came by our boat again today, poking his big head up, observing me with wise but sad eyes. I wish I could comprehend his need to communicate with me. Perhaps he saw what happened, why Peter disappeared in the wee hours in the skiff, taking only his sextant.
Closet Kleidariaphobia by Mary Haynes I hate locks; they're annoying. I wish everyone would just behave and keep out of other people's stuff, so nothing had to be secured. I'm convinced locks have taken years off my life., I’m tired of fumbling in my purse hunting for keys and searching all over the house for them. I don’t want to jump out of bed late at night to check to see if I locked the doors. It all disrupts the flow; it disturbs my chi. I've locked myself out of cars, out of hotel rooms several times, once while swimming in the hotel’s outdoor pool. I've even locked myself inside a room of an old house when the skeleton key broke off in the door.
Wine Down by Mary Haynes Andy was an old soul, a romantic renaissance man, at least that's what everyone told him. He had many friends; almost everyone he met liked him immediately. He made a point of prioritizing social time with friends and colleagues from law school, even though he didn't fully understand the games people played.