Shelley Carroll
Bio
Ms. Carroll is a 50-something year-old retired 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 reading, running and red wine.
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Stories (84/0)
My Marathon that Almost Didn’t Happen
There are two points I must stress as I introduce this piece: 1. Marathoners LOVE to talk about their marathons. 2. Whether I run to cover a marathon distance or just to jog around the block, I run to get out of my own head.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Humans
The Power of the Ring Pop
In an on-line world consumed by the Johnny Depp and Amber Heard civil suit and the ongoing debates about gun control and abortion rights, wouldn't it be nice to feel good and smile about something as simple as candy? Or a comment from an innocent and inquisitive child?
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Humans
The Big Squish
It was a cold November morning. I was working in my basement. I can’t recall specifically, but as we’re still in a pandemic state and since I’ve been working from home since March 2020, chances are I wasn’t wearing a bra - maybe a shelf bra, but definitely not a very supportive one. Not the best work practice, for sure, but it’s a habit I’ve fallen into. My on-line meetings and loose-fitting hoodies don’t exactly showcase my boobs, so the laziness in my fashion didn’t take long to adopt.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Viva
Cecil & Bea Host Christmas Dinner
It was late-morning Christmas Day. Cecil was out in the garage organizing the recyclables from the boxes and gift wrap. Bea was in the kitchen checking on the turkey, boiling the vegetables, and sorting through her thoughts. As she did so, she was grateful that Cecil was in the garage. She needed her space as she multitasked and, God love him, Heaven forbid that Cecil should try to give her a hand. Oh the madness… and the mess! No, it was best that they each had their own corners to which to retreat, their own chores to which to attend.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Cecil & Bea Put Up The Tree
It was the week before Christmas and all was well at the little house on Gravel Street in Pond’s Cove. Bea was working away in the kitchen, putting the sprinkles on the latest batch of shortbread cookies and Cecil was out at Bartlett’s Discount Xmas Tree Lot picking up this year’s masterpiece-in-the-making.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
The Ballad of Cecil & Bea
“Jeezus, Mary and Joseph! Cecil, so help me, if I trip over your GD shoes one more GD time! ‘Lantic ocean, I could have broken my GD ankle!”, hollered Bea, the long-suffering wife of her blessed Cecil. She had been in the midst of entering their humble abode from the porch door with an arm load of Christmas presents… most of which had now joined Cecil’s boots on the floor before her.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Fiction
Mom Guilt
I am going to a baby shower this weekend. Sure, my own baby-making days are behind me, but it is always fun to be invited to celebrate someone else’s indoctrination into the fold. I always tell expectant mothers, “It’s the toughest job you’ll ever love”. I believe that deep down in my bones, in my ovaries in fact. Being a mom is WORK.
By Shelley Carroll2 years ago in Families