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The Author Days of August
August has a feel of it's own. Summer is still present but Autumn waits in the wings. I used to feel the tug of September because I was returning to school, preparing to re-enter my busy teaching routine and thinking of getting my classroom ready. Then as a full time author writing ten months a year and taking the summers off I would be gearing up to get back to my office. The last few years have changed that schedule a bit as we no longer bring our granddaughters home from Alberta for the summer or maintain a huge garden. I wrote in July but have pretty much taken August off . I spent time reading some of my previously published books as I wait for the final stretch before Such a Winter's Day goes off to the printer. I go to the farmer's market every Saturday offering up my work for...
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Lilacs and Contentment
I am writing on a cold and damp Monday morning . The heat is on and the ground is lapping up the much needed moisture. A week of fear, uncertainty in our province and neighboring provinces have reminded us of nature's power and our powerlessness over it. It also...
Just One Day
The calendar selects one day a year to celebrate mothers. Advertising and society push us toward cards, flowers, gifts, meals and all that to celebrate mothers . That is all well and good and one can choose how to embrace the sentiment but the truth of it is Mother's...
Back From Britain
This time last year, this time last week, this time the week before... I can often be heard saying such things. I do find myself thinking what I was doing this time last week, last month and last year. It always amazes me how quickly time passes. In late December I...
Remembering Always
He was 20. In a dream last night I was sitting somewhere with Zac's friend Crystal.Conversation swirled around me and it seemed to be a series of inaccurate statements about my son's death. I do not recall them all but basically no one was getting the details right. I...
The Joy of Writing
I have stated many times how thankful I am for the time and inclination to write. During the years I spent teaching and raising a family I clung to the dream of being an author. I tried to squeeze writing in to those busy years and while keeping the dream alive I...
And Suddenly it is Spring
The sun is streaming though my office window this morning and I feel the heat of it. Our yard is muddy and all the snow has melted off our roof. Snow banks are dwindling and the air feels so different. These are familiar signs of the season change that welcomes...