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Sickbed Reading

In the middle of the night, head stuffed and aching, I wandered down to the kitchen and there was the latest Brick magazine on the counter, containing at least two major thrills. First, the news that David Milne’s archive in … Continue reading

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Canadian Godot

I don’t drive at night. I barely drive at all. Then at times I feel the need to be brave. A week or so ago I found myself on the road to Brockville, making the hour and fifteen minute journey … Continue reading

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Liking Your Characters

I wrote this post for my UK publisher, MacLehose Press. (Their photo of a ball and chain was taken in the British Library, not as you might think in Ottawa.) My natural inclination is to look for the flaws and … Continue reading

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Book Gods

Another bookshelf came down two Sundays ago as we were eating supper. A heart-stopping double thud, and we thought a tree had fallen. But no, another waterfall of books from the toppled shelves directly beside our bed. We stood appalled … Continue reading

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Spill

Yesterday about noon I was at my desk when loudness I can’t describe, except to say that it sounded ominous, made me look up as the wall spilled forward in an avalanche of books. I raised my arms against three … Continue reading

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Honorary Doctorate

Carleton University awarded me an honorary doctorate on June 8. Not bad for a girl who barely finished university. In return, of course, I had to give a short speech to the graduating students, who charmed me with their shyness, … Continue reading

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Visitor

Mark came up the stairs to the second floor saying my name. “We’ve got a visitor,” he said with quiet wonder. I went downstairs to see our visitor. It lay on a section of newspaper on the kitchen counter, Peterson’s … Continue reading

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The Radetzky March

A week ago in Spain I was grateful for the spotless train windows. On the station platform, workers in yellow uniforms reached up with their cloths as easily as if they were cleaning windows in a room. The train pulled … Continue reading

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Deathbed

Every so often I’m asked if I love movies as much as Harriet in Garbo Laughs. I say that I do, then admit that I don’t watch movies much anymore: I can’t figure out the three remote controls. The last … Continue reading

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Old Dogs

I traded advice with my daughter the other day – we were talking about the brave leap that all creativity requires. It can’t happen if you belabour and pummel yourself. It takes courage and self-forgetfulness. She knows this as well … Continue reading

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