Today's blog entry is just for me! Feeling overwhelmed this morning a memory popped into my head. I am standing in a woodworking shop in Nashwaaksis holding my nine month old baby waiting to talk to John Brewer about renting his empty farmhouse in Burtt's...
Copies of the 10th Anniversary Edition of The Year Mrs. Montague Cried arrived today. My debut novel is seeing a second life, a re-issuing, an anniversary edition. How amazing is that! I think back to the moments in a quiet classroom while my grade four students were...
...must come to an end. We know the truth of that saying but that doesn't make it any easier. Endings, changes, saying goodbye and letting go are all hard. This morning I tried to take in every minute, every sound, the slant of the sun , the breathing of our old...
All good works...The fruits of our labor. If you love what you do it won't feel like work. I am searching my mind for wisdom about work. All in a day's work. A woman's work is never done. Labour day used to be such a big day for me. It was the last day of...
I just read back an entry in which I was reflecting on the relaxing days of July and then went on to read about the challenge of facing August. Right on schedule I would say but in a mess never the less. This purging is hard. It is laborious, time...
Twelve years ago yesterday I got a call from the president of the Writer's Federation of Nova Scotia to inform me of the results of my efforts entering the Young Adult category of what was then called the Atlantic Writing Competition. I...