I first read an excerpt from Blueberry Summers nearly twenty years ago in an edition of Victoria Magazine. In this beautiful, old edition – yes I still have it – I read an excerpt from Curtiss Anderson’s book, Blueberry Summers, Growing Up at the Lake. It was on my to-read list ever since. A few summers […]
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The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; til he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an
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I used to be a coffee addict. I drank it black, and I drank it often. The stronger the better. Coffee fueled the world, I said. Coffee was strong and glamorous. Coffee cafes were full of energy and lively music and successful writers with their laptops. Tea, on the other hand? Tea was anything but
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During these shutdown days, there’s a book I’ve been thinking about. A book about a man trapped in his own life. A Gentleman in Moscow is a historical fiction novel by Amore Towles, and it captivated me the first time I read it. It’s the story of a man who seems to have no place in
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This is the story of how it all began or, to quote The Hobbit, a story of there and back again. It began with a garden. It wasn’t an herb garden. It was a vegetable garden, or rather a series of them tucked into the sunny spots of our quarter-acre piece of land. I wanted