Not perfect scans, but still having fun learning to illustrate and designing greeting cards (and writing, of course)…
Page 2, “Karissa & Felix”
Page 16, ,”Karissa & Felix”
Page 13, “Karissa & Felix”
My furry daughter, Charlie
Late Light and Pyramid Mountains, 1982, Doris Jean McCarthy
Iceberg With Icicles, 2000, Doris Jean McCarthy
Trees at Georgian Bay, 1938, Doris Jean McCarthy
In August of 2015, thanks to Doris McCarthy and Ontario Heritage Trust, I got to be the first writer-in-residence for the entire month at Fool’s Paradise, former home of iconic Canadian artist, Doris McCarthy. 
During that month, living in the space she’d so lovingly crafted over her lifetime, I became fascinated with all things Doris, and set about writing her story for young readers. She was a woman ahead of her time in so many ways, determined to succeed in what was largely a man’s world in the 1930s and 1940s. For Doris, nothing was impossible, and anything was possible. Alongside a 40-year teaching career, she spent her life creating 6,000 works of art, telling Canada’s story, sharing her joy and love for life and the wild.
This past November, I was asked to present at a McCarthy Symposium hosted by the McCarthy Gallery, University of Toronto, Scarborough. 
I worked for weeks putting together a PowerPoint presentation to go along with my lyrical version of Doris’s life story. 
Along with the other eleven presenters, I was happy to meet some of the significant people in Doris’s life, including her long-time agent, Lynn Wynick, and two daughters of Doris’s dearest friend, Marjorie Beer Woods. At the end of the symposium, the five of us who had been artists-in-residence at Fool’s Paradise had a panel discussion about living in that magical space, which was super interesting; all of us felt Doris’s spirit which is still strongly present in her home.
There are painfully few books for young readers on the subject of Canadian artists, especially female Canadian artists. So far, I haven’t found a publisher willing to take on the project, but, like Doris, I’m determined, and will continue reworking the manuscript, and revisiting her life, until somebody says yes. Wish me luck!
I’ve been doing a few school author visits this month, as well as mentoring some young writers, and I’ve been musing…
And I couldn’t resist putting in a few wedding pics from Shannon and Peter’s October 20th country wedding at Peter’s home. Such a wonderful day; my heart was/is full!
Our new, LARGE extended family in Tyrone, ON
The bride making her bouquet in this DIY country wedding.
Proud and happy parents – a new son!
Our four kids – two by birth, two by marriage – love them!
Lots of musicians (and dancers) in the crowd.
Mr. and Mrs. Vooys!
Market Day at L’Etang, Curcuron, France
Mt. Ventoux & Pont d’Avignon – upon which I did NOT dance (too expensive)
One of those pesky, yet cool, spiral staircases to our Avignon apartment
One of my favs – CRENSHAW (Katherine Applegate) in the Avignon Library – curious title translation…
Beauty and history everywhere
Carousel-watching; not a bad way to spend time
Got to see Deborah Ellis’s Parvana on the big screen – in French! Very good.
Super disturbing photo exhibit in an Avignon art gallery. The photographer spent a year chatting with and taking photos of children of Texan parents who belong to the NRA – the quotes as to why they liked guns were chilling…
Canadian coats (1950s) for sale at a flea market
Young Eastern European woman using her uke to raise money to get to her cave in Spain… everybody has a story
Palais des Papes, Avignon
Jill contemplating how I was going to eat all that fondant chocolat – I did:)
I can always find a Charlie look-alike in my travels…
or two, this one in the dog park out front of the Louvre.
Les Bories in the Luberon mountains – like field stone igloos. Don’t think I’d like to live in one for very long…
Your next bottle of French wine…
Love it!
Mistral, resident greeter at the excellent Le Cercle Restaurant in Curcuron, on his way to work
L’hermitage outside Curcuron, definitely worth the climb.
Bonnieux – you can see forever
Terrace sitting – lovely Curcuron.
Biking along medieval streets, along country lanes through fields of grape vines and olive trees; so grateful to spend two whole weeks living in Provence with my good friend, Jill.
Thanks for reading – other than a near-death experience involving me having to slam our rental car into reverse on a twisty mountain road as we came upon an 18-wheeler fully in our lane (to navigate the hairpin turn), we had a great trip!
Love my independent bookshop, ,THE BOX OF DELIGHTS, on Main Street in Wolfville, Nova Scotia
I had three book launches last month and a few bookstore signings; they were lots of fun, and I so appreciate people coming out to show their support when I have a new book (or two this year). As you’ll see in the short video clip, Tom Chapin really made my Lunenburg Launch (hosted by the Lunenburg Library now located in the old Academy) special, and I got to sing along on the line from his tune “Family Tree” that I included in TALKING TO THE MOON – “You’re probably my cousin, and the whole world is our kin.” We started September with Don’s 60th birthday party/house concert. And that about sums up my summer!
Von Coates family; Shannon, Peter, Jan, Rachel, Liam & Don (Charlie is missing from the picture)
having fun at a book signing at Chapters with illustrator Marijke Simons
Shannon’s friend, Finn, was surprised to find himself in my new picture book!
Tom Chapin, American singer/songwriter who provided the soundtrack to my kids’s growing-up years) came and sang his song which I used in TALKING TO THE MOON – he’s awesome!
With Susan Rank of Red Deer Press/Fitzhenry & Whiteside, Tom, and Michael Higgins of Lunenburg Bound Books
Owl cookies I made as there’s an owl in the novel – tasty, I must say!
Wish I was that entertaining…
clearly having fun…
and we learned some American Sign Language, thanks to Tom.
40th high school reunion (Truro, Nova Scotia) – over 200 people!
Two new books and three launches in August – too busy! (Tom Chapin (who provided the soundtrack to my kids’ growing-up years and is the late Harry’s brother) is going to sing his song, “Family Tree” (which appears in Talking to the Moon) at one of them!)
Hope you’re all surviving the humidity and enjoying summer!
hometown music teacher surrounded by some of her “OLD” students – thank you, Mrs. Dill!
BFFs since 1965 (Brenda)
Friends from Willow Street Elementary School – looking good!
Shannon’s friend, Finn, looking surprised to find himself in my new book!
I don’t often blog about what I’m reading, but I was really affected by THE STRANGER IN THE WOODS, the true story of Christopher Knight, the Maine man who walked into the woods in 1986, remaining there in isolation until 2013, when he was caught breaking into a cottage to steal food (as he had done 1000 times previously). 
A bright student, Knight had a fairly stable upbringing in rural Maine before moving to the Boston area to train as an electrician. His self-analysis in the book is fascinating; “I did examine myself. Solitude did increase my perception. But here’s the tricky thing—when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. With no audience, no one to perform for, I was just there… There was no need to define myself; I became irrelevant. The moon was the minute hand, the seasons the hour hand. I didn’t even have a name. I never felt lonely. To put it romantically: I was completely free.”
Knight was unable to articulate why, at the age of 20, he made the decision to drive his Subaru deep into the woods until it ran out of gas, continuing on foot, finally making his new home on a piece of land surrounded by boulders, with an almost invisible entrance between them. His only regret, it seems, was that he had to resort to stealing (over 1000 times) from neighboring cottages and a camp in order to survive. Amazingly, through those long, cold Maine winters, he never once started a wood fire, fearful the smoke would give him away.
I suppose we all feel the need to escape from the world sometimes, but to do so in such a drastic manner? In the book, Knight describes his family as being obsessed with privacy. Author Michael Finkel writes: “One’s desire to be alone, biologists have found, is partially genetic and to some degree measurable. If you have low levels of the pituitary peptide oxytocin – sometimes called the master chemical of sociability – and high quantities of the hormone vasopressin, which may suppress your need for affection, you tend to require fewer interpersonal relationships.” And: “Each of us inherits from our parents a certain level of need for social inclusion…” (John Cacioppo, LONELINESS)
Interesting. I’d never heard that before, and I’ve spent some time reflecting on my own parents and myself as social beings.
Did Michael Finkel share his royalties with Knight? I hope so since Penguin Random House describes it as a National Bestseller, and at best, Knight seemed to be a reluctant participant. I tried to get an update on Christopher Knight, hoping to find he’d managed to retreat into the solitude and stillness of the woods once again, but the internet has little current information. I’m sure that’s just as he would want it.
