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When The Veils Are Thin

According to the calendar, tomorrow is Samhain/Halloween, but for me, this is the day. Why? Because I woke up with my head filled with the flames of my ancestors, some of whom I know, and a few I don’t. (Calendars are odd. So man-made, regardless of the energies that manifest. ) There are different names…

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Never More Helpless

The signs had been there for months and months. All those conversations we had about how terrible her life was, how persecuted she was, how much she regretted this and that, how injustice was burning her alive, how it was all painful and hopeless. In short, depression was a heavy, cold, wet, woolen blanket over…

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Quiet Grace

This wet and green May morning I’m sitting in a log cabin next to the Bushkill Creek, drinking coffee, dog by my side, My Best Beloved in the chair by the big window, which is filled with the sweet green leaves of spring. It’s raining today, so green is greener, tree trunks are browner, the…

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The First Cathedral, With Angels

It’s Easter Sunday morning and I am sitting behind my house, near the liminal space marking the border between the garden and the Wild Wood. I am watching for the foxes. The vixen and her three kits. For several years a family of foxes has taken up residence in the complicated, many-entranced den where once…

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Reading in Dark Times

It can be difficult for me to remain cheery in the midst of world events. It’s hard to remember that all things are born, live and die into transformation, only to repeat the cycle over and over again. This is true, I believe of all sentient things, as well as eras, cultures, nations, planets… The…

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A Little Chat….

For anyone who might be interested, here’s a link to a radio chat I did on CHFM 99.3 with the lovely Jamie Tennant. Lots of talk about the opioid crisis, fairytales, the power of narrative and, of course, THE GRIMOIRE OF KENSINGTON MARKET. Hope you enjoy it!!

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In Which I Mourn a Small (?) Life

I’m not sure many people are going to identify with this, but I lost a friend today. Not a human friend. Not even a mammal friend… but a little snake. He felt masculine to me, and so I named him Otisssss. He lived in and around our pond for five years and I came to…

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Books I loved in 2018

I don’t know how I managed to read over a hundred books this year, especially since it’s been a publishing year. My own novel, THE GRIMOIRE OF KENSINGTON MARKET, was published by Buckrider Books/Wolsak & Wynn in October and has thankfully been well received by critics and readers alike. But, what does a writer do…

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CBC and The Globe & Mail

I’m beyond thrilled that THE GRIMOIRE OF KENSINGTON MARKET has been named one of the Best Books of the Year by the Globe & Mail.  Also delighted to be chatting about the book on CBC’s “The Riff” with Shelagh Rogers. It’s only three minutes… so if you’re interested, please click here and have a listen!

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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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