Susan's Blog
Birthdays
Birthday- the anniversary on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts. What a birthday is of course is familiar to all of us. A birthday is usually something one looks forward to filled with the anticipation of turning a year older, reaching milestones like the double digits, legal drinking age, the big 2-0 , 3-0, 5-0 and so on. The celebration can be marked with balloons, cake , candles, friends and family gathered to sing and offer best wishes. But then there's the birthdays of those we've lost , the loved ones no longer with us. These days one might see posts offering heavenly birthday wishes as if the person not here to celebrate is somewhere checking their social media platforms. I struggle with this one. For the last twenty...
Previous posts
Happy Book Anniversary!
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...
All Good Things…God Save the King
...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...
Labour Day
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...
In The Thick of IT
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...
Double Digits Of August
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...
When August Comes
It is an absolutely gorgeous morning. July has passed and I am truly grateful for each day it held and all the gifts it offered. Part of me wishes a finger could be snapped to bring everything in to place instantly but that is not the reality of any of this....