Ms. Carroll is a 40-something year-old veteran public servant and mother of three adult children. She and her partner Hal live in Amherst NS with a sweet, anxiety-ridden rescue dog. Shelley loves running, red wine, and laughter.
The Perfect Day
It’s that time of year again - the days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer, there is a holiday buzz in the air that at once brings excitement as well as a sense of overwhelm. The cost of everything from gas to groceries is going up and the list of needs and wants for our loved ones never seems to end.
When Warren Met Gwen, part two
Gwen lay in bed that night struggling to find sleep. She was ruminating over all of the brash statements she’d made to Warren at the pub earlier that evening. While she hoped she’d redeemed herself during the lovely walk they shared thereafter, she couldn’t shake the cringey feeling that accompanied her reflections.
Lucky Number 13
It’s all Gerard’s fault. He planted the seed: About a year ago, he sent us a picture of himself after having completed the 1998 Dublin Marathon. I sent a text message to Victoria saying that “we should keep this event in mind for some day”. Almost immediately, she replied with “How about next year?”
The Legend of the Giant’s Causeway
It’s been said: behind every successful man is a woman. This can be just as true in legend as in fact. Having been exposed to a bit of Irish folklore during my recent travels, I’ve decided to share a tale - but from a slightly different slant.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part eleven
While Fergus turned down the bed sheets and lit some candles, Neala availed herself of the facilities. As she washed her face and hands, she decided to use a washcloth to give her lady parts a little dab and freshen up. She adjusted her boobs to make sure that her nipples were both lined up and facing the same direction. Then she rinsed her mouth with a little bit of toothpaste, ran her fingers through her hair, and returned to Fergus’ bedroom.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part ten
“You know your way around, Neala, so sure, make yourself at home,” Fergus called out from the kitchen as he opened the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. He was humming to himself, clearly content. The combination of beer and specialty coffee was having a surprisingly calming effect. It even seemed to numb the almost itchy feeling where he had trimmed his chest and pubic hair. He jolted only momentarily and then quickly reassured himself that he had taken great pains to clean up any hair from around the bathroom sink and floor.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part nine
Neala stood before the full-sized mirror looking at her outfit one more time. She wore a spaghetti-strapped, knee-length cotton dress with a floral pattern that flattered her chest and waistline. She paired it with a long, light, burgundy-coloured cardigan. The ensemble was complete with a comfortable but stylish set of black pumps. Business casual.
Tomorrow Never Knows, part seven
“No way!” exclaimed Kelan, upon learning of Fergus and Neala’s first kiss. “I mean, I’m not totally shocked, but there is a small part of me that can’t believe she actually kissed you back. No offence, but I’ve never really found you all that attractive…”