There’s a fair bit of excitement in my world these days as I move from editing mode to the three short months before the launch of The Virgin Cure in Canada. This past week I celebrated both my birthday and the arrival of the “pages” for the book. Along with marking yet another year older [...]
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Sometimes 140 characters just doesn’t cut it, so I thought I’d introduce a new feature on my blog called “this week in tweets.” Every so often I’ll take a couple of my tweets from my Twitter feed and give you annotated versions of them.
“youngest boy lost his last baby tooth this a.m. and [...]
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My dearest web guru, Mr. McKay, has fashioned a swanky new site for my musings and all things bookish. (I love it, and I hope that you will too.)
I’d been feeling a bit scattered with all the blog-this and social-media-that, so the redesign is my effort to put all [...]
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When I was a child I loved finding things…a jar of my grandmother's old buttons, a cigar box filled with boy scout badges and river stones, a flouncy party dress pushed to the back of my mother's closet - circa 1955. With every relic I discovered, there came a story. Real or imagined, the tales that surrounded each object were magic, making the 'thing' more immediate, something more than it was before I'd found it.
Fact or fiction, fantastic, joyful or sad, stories make us more than we were before we found them. Welcome to my shoebox of buttons, sealing wax and scribblings.
- posted on 16/05/2012 23:03:49
