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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That's a Lot of Bull
Summer was ending. The group would soon be headed off to college or full-time jobs. Their carefree time was slipping away. The challenges and pranks increased as the days grew shorter. Tracy went along with the group, but she was always the last one in and the first one out of any of the shenanigans they got up to.
By Mary Haynes4 years ago in Fiction
Learning to Appreciate Sharks
I think sharks are incredible creatures, truly remarkable. That doesn’t mean I’m not afraid of them. I’d like to think my fear is a healthy one, more grounded than when I was younger. I remember being asked what I was afraid of. Spontaneously I answered, sharks and tidal waves. I had dreams about them both. For a girl who lived in Central Ontario, it seemed highly unlikely I would encounter either. I laughed about my irrational fears when chatting about fears with friends. Then I moved to Miami, Florida and realized that both my childhood irrational fears had become semi-rational ones.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Wander
Technology and the Old World
Sam and Rachel waited out the rain in their special spot, the old barn. Sam was moving to Toronto for a few months. He'd worked with people in the construction industry while on Rumspringa. His carpentry skills quickly made him a sought-after expert in the hand-hewn wood trade. He was hired by the designers of the urban cabin lofts at Parliament and Wellesley.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Fiction
Tink's Journey
Tink was a tiny star. His mother told him he was very bright. But Tink was impatient; he wanted to shine brighter than all the other stars in his constellation. Tink tried hard every night to glow just a little bit brighter, but the other stars were still bigger and shinier. Night after night, he grew more frustrated. It seemed that his brothers and sisters glittered more while he just stayed dull.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Families
Black Cadillac Predator
Riding by myself, I felt so free that sunny spring day in 1969. I didn't have to endure the twenty-minute ride on the hot, smelly bus with the screaming immature children. I was above that. In a few weeks, I would be graduating from grade eight. I was practically an adult! I had convinced my mother that I should be allowed to bike to and from school by promising that I would always take the quiet old road instead of the new highway 59.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Criminal
Crunch Time Crafts
I've always been a dabbler. A little bit of this, a little bit of that, whatever new trend caught my attention growing up. I started crafting because I wanted to decorate my room like the ones I saw in the magazines. I learned how to do several crafty things, from helping my mom decorate for social occasions in our small town. However, crafting took on epic proportions when my friend Joan, signed us up as crafters who could do any type of craft project. As she put it, "How hard could it be?"
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Lifehack
