An Essay/Review on THE GRIMOIRE OF KENSINGTON MARKET

Sometimes one says the review’s so good one could have written it oneself. In this case, I don’t think I could have. I suspect Ms. McCauley has been wandering around my head while I sleep. Lauren B. Davis’ The Grimoire of Kensington Market Reviewed by Marcie McCauley   Wolsak & Wynn, 2018 Dear Reader: a book…

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Rave Review for THE GRIMOIRE OF KENSINGTON MARKET

What a way to start the weekend. I couldn’t be more grateful.  https://www.thestar.com/entertainment/books/reviews/2018/10/26/alchemy-of-magic-a-fairytale-and-the-opioid-crisis-in-powerful-new-book.html Alchemy of magic, a fairytale and the opioid crisis in powerful new book By TREVOR CORKUM Special to the Star Fri., Oct. 26, 2018 The Grimoire of Kensington Market, Lauren B. Davis, Wolsak and Wynn, 350 pages, $22.   Lauren B. Davis, author of The…

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Writer’s Block of Ice Breaks Up!

Thank you, everyone, for your support during a dry spell, for encouraging, and listening, and understanding this fragile writer. I’ve learned some things, and I want to pass that on, so let’s talk process. It goes like this: I begin a novel. Oh, the golden glory and silver slide of words from mind to finger to…

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Writer’s Block

A confession: I have writers’ block. I have never had this before and I am unhappy.  I want to blame it on the weird weather. I rarely write in summer (a season that makes me itch), and fall/winter this year simply refuses to arrive. But, is that all? In the past, I’ve told my students…

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Healing Outside the Spotlight

Ah, Jian Ghomeshi. Ah, New York Review of Books. Quite the little buzz they’ve got going this week. I can’t figure out what either of them was thinking by publishing Ghomeshi’s self-serving essay, which, if you feel like, you can read here. It did get me thinking about redemption, which I believe in, and reconciliation…

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I Am The Person Your Tax Dollars Helped

A post on my Facebook page recently got me thinking about how our moral beliefs are formed. Someone said, concerning the recent election of Doug Ford as Premier of Ontario:  “Prairie folk, of which I guess I am one, think differently when it comes to business and taking responsibility for one’s self.” What, I asked…

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I Hurt/I Hurt

There is a double meaning to the title of this blog: I hurt, as in I am feeling pain, but also I hurt, as in I have inflicted pain. A few days ago I did something necessary, something I had obsessed about for months, something I had meditated on, prayed over, asked advice about. I…

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Alice McDermott's THE NINTH HOUR and her magic mirror

I recently read Alice McDermott’s brilliant book, THE NINTH HOUR, about which NPR said: “The Ninth Hour begins with a suicide. The aftermath is handled with indisputable authority by a nun who works with the sick and poor, Sister St. Saviour, who arranges both a funeral for the dead man and a future for his pregnant…

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Suicide. Cruelty. Kindness…. and a possible movement.

It’s been a painful week, hasn’t it? Wow. Kate Spade. Anthony Bourdain. A general glut of cruelty and lack of kindness. I told myself I wouldn’t write another piece about suicide, but then I made the mistake of looking on social media, and what I saw upset me so, well, I can’t help myself. I begin…

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Glug, horror, attention!

As some of you know I have, with the help of the wonderful team of Bob and Garrett Griffith, created a raised bed vegetable garden. I love it. Veggies, you know? But here’s the problem… Bailey the Rescuepoo wandered out past the garden and was suddenly all muddy, as many short-legged white dogs might be.…

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