Mary Haynes
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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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Upended Tables, Forgotten Buns
The Sweeney family Holiday get-togethers are epically chaotic, full of love, laughter, and quirky family madness. The full-on holiday traditions ended when my mother passed away. Still, when parts of us manage to gather, we remember and continue the chaos. I know she’s laughing with us.
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Families
My Daughter the Fish
Little Tiffany was a born swimmer. When I was pregnant with her, I was very active, running 10K races. My Chinese Doctor, who I was very fond of, thought I was overdoing it and he suggested I stop running for the duration of my pregnancy, and perhaps do something gentler, like swimming. I swan lengths four to five days a week. When I was in the last trimester, after I finished my swim and took a shower, my abdomen would move rapidly as my baby kicked hard inside of me. It seemed she wanted to continue swimming.
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Humans
Grandma’s Super-Secret Kraft™ Dinner Recipe
My Mother was a sneaky cook. I don’t think she held out on purpose, she just was a "dash of this and a dash of that" kind of person. Her cooking style was one of the many things that made her unique and irreplaceable. Everything she did was with heart and soul. Her love was like a warm, safe blanket she enveloped all of us in. Her sense of humor was as quirky as her cooking.
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Feast
The New Crop
"Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say," Kevin said as he stared at the milky way. Tara glared at him. "And that's one of the many reasons I'm not going. Please, can't we just lay here and enjoy this beautiful night together?" She refilled their wine glasses.
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Fiction
Can't Run Forever
A long piercing whistle startled me awake. I forced my eyes open as I struggled to sit up. My head was throbbing. “Okay, I’m in my car and it's not moving; that’s good. It's so dark; the power in my building must have gone out. I can’t believe I was so tired I fell asleep in the back seat of my car in my condo’s underground parking! What's that low rumbling and the constant swaying feeling? Okay, crazy girl, stop talking to yourself and let’s get to your apartment.”
By Mary Haynes3 years ago in Fiction
