Some Kind of Magic.

July 17, 2014 § 5 Comments

The book is done.

I won’t know whether it is officially any good until Booklist or School Library Journal prints their approval or disappointment.

I like it. But I’ll admit, I’ve taken some risks with this one, like having five point of view characters.


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The Dog.

July 13, 2014 § 11 Comments

My friend John says, the day you get a dog the clock to heartbreak starts ticking.

And it’s true.

Get a dog and you commit to loving a member of a short-lived species. Not gerbil-short, but far shorter than your own expected life span.

Better to love a tortoise or a parrot.

And yet most of us choose a dog, because between the first tick of that clock and the last is an unconditional friendship not possible with a member of any other species, including our own.

Most of the credit for that belongs to the dog.

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The man and the sea.

July 5, 2014 § 13 Comments

Weighing a grouper at Smuggler's Cove.

Weighing a grouper at Smuggler’s Cove.

I used to be married to a fisherman.

Not a Saturday fisherman togged out by LL Bean.

Mine was a white-boot fisherman who lived with one ear tuned to NOAA weather.

A man who could stand poised on the transom of a bobbing powerboat the lead-line of a twelve-foot cast net in his teeth watching the surface of the water for the nervous boil of a school of bait fish before flinging that impossibly heavy net.

And I was a fisherman’s wife.

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