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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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When Weary is Wonderful
November is upon us and we are already midway through. I have often proclaimed my love of this deary, chilly and dark month. I see it as a respite , a pause and a preparation month. The vibrant colors of October have vanished leaving naked deciduous trees , green...
We Travel in Time
One of my all time favourite movies is About Time. I have watched it many times and expect to watch it many more times. It has a richness and depth that speaks to me every time I view it. I cry at the same scenes over and over and sometimes I watch it just to do that....
I Need a Pep Talk
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...
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...