One Hundred Minutes of Solitude

Loneliness is simply a misunderstanding of Solitude. I’m not sure where I first heard that phrase…I think it might have been from a woman who was once a nun. In the past few days, I’ve grown to realize that many people don’t have a grasp on the meaning and importance of solitude. The Merriam-Webster Online Dictionary defines solitude as: Pronunciation: 'sä-l&-"tüd, -"tyüdFunction: nounEtymology: Middle English, from Middle French & Latin; Middle French, from Latin solitudin-, solitudo, from solus1 : the quality or state of being alone or remote from society. Also – solitude, may imply a condition of being apart

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June 2007 Scrapbook

June took me to Toronto for Booked!, Book Expo Canada, and the CBA Libris Awards.It was a fantastic few days…I even got to meet and read with Jeanette Walls. She’s very sweet and we spent a little time swapping stories about our “Oprah moments.” (mine, oh-so different than hers!) I’ve since started reading The Glass Castle. Wow, what a life. Chatting with readers and signing at Booked! in Toronto.I loved this woman in green…(You’d think we’d called each other to plan our outfits!) She had just finished reading The Birth House a couple of hours before the event. What a

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May 2007 Scrapbook

And now for a bit of an update… May brought Atlantic Book Week and the honour of winning the Atlantic Independent Bookseller’s Association’s Bookseller’s Choice Award. What a treat to have the award presented by Trudy Carey of Woozles! (If you’re in Halifax and in need of books for kids – go see Trudy…) I took my first trip to St. John’s Newfoundland and was treated to a couple of beautiful (premature, I’m told) spring days. I was also fortunate enough to read at the Masonic Temple with Mary Dalton, Elaine McClusky, and Stephen Kimber. The best part of the

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catching fireflies…

Today while hanging laundry on the line I thought I saw a firefly going by. Hard to say what it was in the daytime, and I was mid-clothespin so I couldn’t leap off the porch to pursue it. I’ve yet to see one in Scots Bay… and I miss grabbing those little floating orbs of glow out of the humid night air.(On the other hand, I don’t miss the mosquitoes of Indiana.) The last couple of months have felt a lot like catching fireflies. I’ve been chasing after new dreams, new writing, and myself, hoping to hold light in my

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