Mary Haynes
Bio
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?”
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The Hag Stone. Top Story - November 2025.
The beach was chilly, the wind blew sand and an icy spray on shore. Maggie pulled her scarf up to partially cover her face. It seemed like a crazy day for a beach walk, but she knew it was excellent sea glass weather. Her coat pockets were jingling with bits of polished glass.
By Mary Haynes2 months ago in Fiction
The Sad Fob
Oh Lordy, here she goes again. I’m a fob for the gym that has been missing for months. Today she’s frantically searching random spots where she may have put it down. She vaguely remembers that she put me in a safe place. But she’s already looked in all the “safe places” stuffed with junk she might need someday.
By Mary Haynes2 years ago in Fiction
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 in winter. I've even locked myself inside a room of an old house when the skeleton key broke off in the door, although I blame Charlie the resident ghost for that one.
By Mary Haynes2 years ago in Humor
