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One Zac and Two Paiges
Yesterday I had a WISP author visit at Harry Miller Middle School. After accepting the invitation a month ago I felt moments of doubt and apprehension. The Pandemic put a stop to my fairly busy author visit schedule and there has only been a trickle since . Realizing the energy it takes to engage for a full day of presentations I was worried I might not have the stamina I used to have. I was concerned the students wouldn't care about what I had to offer. I also really like staying home , having a leisurely breakfast and going to my office to write. But I donned my professional attire, put make up on and headed out the door long before I would normally get out of bed. I was warmly greeted by the school secretary , the Vice Principal and the Principal. I was escorted to the lovely bright...
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Great Aunts and Ice-Cream
Perhaps this entry is about gratitude. Perhaps it is about family. Perhaps it is about memory and simple acts of kindness. Let's see where it goes on this gorgeous August morning. I used to keep a summer journal documenting garden challenges and successes,...
What I Know on This Day
Why as human beings are we so slow to learn? The other day it occurred to me that we are always on a very steep learning curve and the lessons don't seem to come quickly or easily. As kids we enter our double digits and in those ten years we are bombarded with...
Double Digits of August
August 10th is a memorable day for me. It was on this day thirteen years ago that I got the phone call telling me The Year Mrs. Montague Cried had won first place in the Y/A category of the Atlantic Writing Competition. I had been out feeding chickens and realized it...
Living the Dream
Yesterday when out and about I heard a woman answer inquiries as to how she was, with the statement ' just living the dream'. Living the dream, a slightly sarcastic evaluation clouded with discontent and elements of poor me. Maybe that is how she meant it. Maybe not....
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...