Category: books

Is it a bad thing, do you think, that I can name all the members of the Mitford family, from left to right, without checking to see who is who? Does that mean that I’m “obsessed”… to use an on-line …

I have a passion for books. A deep and enduring love of reading that began early in life, and which has not abated in the ensuing years. I’m sure that as a kid, many summer days when I should have been …

I’m hosting my book club luncheon meeting in two days. I fear it will not go well. I’m not a natural at entertaining and hosting and such. Very unnatural, I would say. Ha. And hosting this bunch of ladies all of …

Okay, be honest with me here folks. How many of you like to read romance novels? I ask this because I heard an interesting segment on CBC radio the other morning. All about the romance novel, the genre so many of …

We’re having a resurgence of winter here in eastern Ontario, indeed in most of Canada, it seems. Snow and sleet and freezing rain. And high winds. Yesterday, I ensconced myself by the gas stove in my sun room, and read. And napped. …

I am so sick of winter. Tired of being cold. Tired of wind. And snow. Of trying to convince myself that spring is just around the corner. Tired of pretending that I’ll be wearing spring jackets and sneakers any day …

I really, really need a good book. Not just a good book, but a great one. A big bitey, juicy, descriptive, character-driven book. One that will captivate me in the first chapter, transport me to wherever it is set, and …

I’ve often wondered what it would be like to sit down for tea with some of the women whom I’ve long admired. Whose words and ideas have sustained me at difficult times in my life. And to whom I have …

Many years ago when I was in my twenties, I quit a job I hated, left a life that wasn’t making me happy, and moved home to New Brunswick to get myself back on track. I was determined to try to …

If you’ve been reading my blog for a while, you’ll know that I usually write something about Remembrance Day in November.  For many years, I taught at a school named for John McCrae, who wrote the famous poem “In Flanders Fields,” so …