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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Beware the Pear
Eve basked by the bonfire, fascinated by Dario's tales of his world travel. She sipped away on the glass of William's pear brandy he had offered her. He told her of driving in the French countryside, where he saw the sun glinting off something in the orchards. Drawn to the glistening bottles, he visited the orchard and learned they put bottles over the budding pears on the tree. The pears grew inside and were harvested together.
By Mary Haynes4 years ago in Fiction
Navin's Gift
The winter was unrelenting. The Great Lakes were almost completely frozen. The Coast Guard Icebreakers were out daily to keep the ferry routes working. The February thaw didn't happen, nor did March's. It was well into April, and the weather forecasters still couldn't deliver good news. There was nothing they could see that indicated any relief from the frigid temperatures. Punxsutawney Phil, Wiarton Willy, Jimmy the Groundhog, Dunkirk Dave, and Staten Island Chuck had been placed in protective custody. Stores were entirely out of any heating device, indoor or outdoor.
By Mary Haynes5 years ago in Fiction
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 Haynes5 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
