Shelley Carroll
Bio
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.
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Stories (65/0)
When Warren Met Gwen, part seven
Gwen awoke the following morning in what was first perceived as a strange room. She was on top of the covers, fully clothed, and alone. With a touch of a headache and an incredibly full bladder, she was momentarily panic-stricken, wondering “Where the hell am I? What the hell happened?”
By Shelley Carrollabout a month ago in Fiction
When Warren Met Gwen, part six
Gwen pulled her Honda Civic into the driveway at Warren’s modest 2 bedroom bungalow. She took one last look in the rear view mirror and applied a coat of lip gloss, then grabbed hold of the two bottles of wine in the back seat. Not knowing his preference, although suspecting he preferred beer above all, she had purchased a bottle of red and a bottle of white, her humble offering to the meal.
By Shelley Carrollabout a month ago in Fiction
When Warren Met Gwen, part five
Conversation during the meal was light-hearted and convivial. They took turns talking about their respective lines of work: she discussed her position as a youth coordinator for the town and her penchant for freelance decorating and design; he expounded upon his role as shift supervisor at the paper plant and his keen interest in sports statistics and classic rock music. They posed one another specific questions related to their jobs and hobbies, hoping to keep the conversation flowing, knowing that deep down, people really don’t mind talking about themselves in very general terms.
By Shelley Carroll2 months ago in Fiction
When Warren Met Gwen, part four
For their second “official date”, Warren and Gwen decided to meet at the Bird Sanctuary and go for a little hike. They agreed they’d walk about 3 km or so and, if they still liked each other, they’d follow that up with a warm meal and perhaps a couple of stiff drinks.
By Shelley Carroll3 months ago in Fiction
Not Just for Auld Lang Syne
Sitting around my house this past week or so has given me much time to reflect. My kids aren’t little anymore - they’re all adults doing their own thing. Sure, they made time for their mama, and for that I’m grateful, but I recognize and appreciate their shared need to have their own plans and schedules.
By Shelley Carroll3 months ago in Humans
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.
By Shelley Carroll4 months ago in Motivation
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.
By Shelley Carroll4 months ago in Fiction
