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Got to Love the Launch
When a new book is released the author often chooses to celebrate with a launch. I remember when I launched The Year Mrs. Montague Cried in 2011. I chose the Kingston Farmer's Market as the venue and went about planning it. I invited former students personally and asked Mary Ann Gallagher of Benjamin Books to have the book table. I don't remember a whole lot more about the planning but I certainly remember how well it was attended. My friend Ruth Shannon introduced me and my friend Kathy closed. The market dining room was bursting with people possibly breaking some fire code regulations. I welcomed supporters and signed many books. In the next few years I launched a book every year at the market again, the Kingston Parish hall or the Legion. Each time I felt a lot of nervousness and a...
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What This Day Gave Me
The sun is setting. The cross breeze I feel through the two open windows has only a slight coolness but thankfully this is the least stifling room upstairs. After my evening swim I sat awhile on the front veranda and reflected on this day. It was a hot one. Many...
Time, Seasons , Passages
Time, seasons, passages. I have just come from a beautiful hilltop garden overlooking the river. A Flower service they call it and it takes me back to my childhood when we gathered in Grey's Mills. Tiny Daisy Parks and her tall husband Joe would arrive as would many...
This is The Day
It is a gorgeous July day. The sky a vibrant blue , the clouds fluffy white , the air warm with a perfect breeze. I am where I am on this beautiful day and for that I am grateful. Be in this day I remind myself, be present and allow the gifts of this one day to...
Country Ditches and City Sidewalks
The lupine; a vibrant flower welcoming summer in its bountiful waving splendor, an invasive plant with a bad rep. This purple or pink blossom is both. The lupine fills the country ditches, gets invited into flower beds and pops up along city sidewalks. Today I...
Thank-you Grade Four
A community circle their teacher calls it and I certainly felt like I was welcomed warmly into the community of Mrs. Johnston's Grade Four class at Sussex Elementary School this morning. I quickly tried to put their names to memory and before it fades I will go...
I Was There!
I expect the next few weeks and probably months to be emotional and lots of tears will be shed. Actually I might cry all the way through the writing of this entry. But whatever ! I am no stranger to crying and firmly believe letting the tears flow is a good...