I just finished a CBC radio interview about the upcoming book club with The Sewing Basket in March. I only asked "Sorry, what was the question?" once. For a rambler who when asked a question can take off in a long distance answer that is not too bad. I paused for the...
I normally don't write on Fridays. I usually go across the river and spend the day with my best childhood friend , her sisters, her daughter in law and her grandchildren and some other friends, sometimes her nieces and their kids. We call it quilting and the day does...
The sun is streaming in through my office window.Earlier the sky looked grey with a drizzly rain.It is the start of another week, the last week of February. That is hard to believe . We almost have winter beat and it hasn't been that bad. We have had some cold, a bit...
I am recovering again the morning after . Oh boy I wear myself out on school visits but I always come away glad that I did them. Yesterday was no exception. I left home around 8:00 and found my way to the school along the maze of streets on the south end. I don't know...
Oh boy! It is with a heavy heart I write this morning. I will write and again as on so many Sunday mornings try to get out from under a blanket of sadness. It is the day after what has been for nine years the day of the terrible loss of a beautiful woman, wife ,...
On Tuesday I visited Rothesay Park Middle School. As part of my author visit I conducted a writing workshop with grade eight students in the afternoon.I gave them a writing assignment that required them to pinpoint a memory and explore it by writing a series of...