Friday, May 12, 2017

Serendipity


 http://www.ucobserver.org/society/2017/05/family_borders/



A year ago, I emailed my editor at the UC Observer magazine wondering if this story was something she'd be interested in, and would I be able to write it since it is about my own sister? She felt it was better suited to a parenting magazine.
Then, this past January, she contacted me to say she was interested in it for the May issue and was I still interested in writing it? 
Of course I was.
Here's the part I love: a friend of a friend, photographer Allison Mah, does "A Day In the Life Of..." photography during the winter when there are few weddings happening. She was coming in the same week to spend a day with my sister's family. 
This article also marks my first feature with the UC Observer, for which I've been writing for 23 years, including a 10-year run as a columnist. 

 

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Anticipating Winter


Nimbus released its fall catalogue today and this is my first look at the cover of the anthology, Winter: Atlantic Canadian Stories, in which I have a story.
"Moon Tide", the children's story that won its category in the Atlantic Writing Competition in 2015, is being published in this book. Set in the middle of winter, it's a story inspired by my husband's childhood growing up on the River Philip.



Sunday, May 07, 2017

The Power of Music



I spent last week holed up in my office painting the massive bookshelf my husband had installed while I was away in Ontario, so it was a good excuse to dig out some old CDs and take an auditory trip down memory lane.
That's not always a good idea, you never know what memory a song will trigger, and I'd forgotten what Jann Arden's self-title 2005 album sounded like -- and what I meant to me that year. When the second song, "Where No One Knows Me", came on, it was a blast from the past.
A blast right into the future.

When this album came out in 2005, my divorce was not yet final and my father was not yet in the nursing home. It was all going to happen -- the good, the bad, and the ugly -- but the waiting was torture. So that song got played a lot that summer because it reminded me of leaving Vancouver and heading east to find happiness: Got my suitcase, got my dog, I'm packing up my life so far/Got my pictures, got some cash, I'm getting out of here at last.
Listening to this song fifteen years after that long drive across the country and I heard this line: Got my hands on the wheel, got my foot on the pedal/Gonna drive til I drop, til the tires turn to metal./Gonna sleep when I'm dead, gonna laugh like the devil/Gonna find some place where no one knows me.
And I'm like, How did Jann Arden write this song about my life? Now, as it was when I first heard it, it's like she was in the passenger seat of my car, keeping me company as I implemented my getaway plan: Go to Pugwash. This song captures precisely how it unfolded (even if a big part of me was still clingy and resistant).
How did she know?And this is why we love music, this is why we each have a soundtrack of memories that, no matter how good, bad or ugly, keep us coming back for more. Remembering is important, and memories have a power to strengthen our present.
Despite what I said earlier, it's not always a bad thing to allow a song to trigger unexpected memories years later; it's a way of dealing with the past but it's also, as in this case, an unexpected opportunity to celebrate how far you've come on that road. 

So I kept painting and I kept listening, and there was "A Perfect Day" with this line: You've gotta pull your head up, stand your ground and face it all/You've gotta hold your heart out to the universe/If you believe in who you are my shining star...All you weary, all of you on your own/Listen clearly, follow your voice back home...
The paintbrush hovered above the shelf, paused by my shock. I realized I'd been listening to this in that year. The year my divorce was granted and the year my father was admitted to a nursing home. How did she know? Okay, sure, there are other songs with the words "heart" and "home" in them at the same time but honestly,
two songs on one album,
in that year?
In the year before I would hold my heart out to the universe and find a home for it?

These songs were in my brain, in my veins, in the cells of my body as I let go of two men who broke my heart in such different ways, and as I met the one man who would put the pieces of that heart back together, with duct tape and wood glue.
I'm not calling Jann Arden a psychic or anything but it's remarkable to listen to the songs on that CD more than a decade later and be able to see the entire winding road that took me from packing up my life so far...and following my voice back home.
She's my shining star.


Thursday, May 04, 2017

Authors For Indies

Tidewater Books was at the Frye Festival in Moncton on the official, national Authors For Indies Day, April 29, so we all happily waited until this Saturday to participate at the store in Sackville, New Brunswick. I'll be there from 12:30 to 3:30, rain or well, rain. Come in and stock up on some books for these perfect rainy days for reading.
Remember, independent bookstores are like rural areas: if you don't support them, they go away...and we are poorer for the loss. 




Wednesday, May 03, 2017

What Hands, Brains and Eggs Have In Common


As published in the Citizen-Record newspaper on Wednesday, May 3, 2017, by Sara Jewell. 


Every day, I hold an egg in my hand. It’s a marvelous creation: smooth, oval, easy to open, full of nutrients. In the ten thousand years since the first chicken crossed the road, there have been no improvements to the egg. It remains, in its simplicity and familiarity, perfect.
Every day, I hold my smart phone in my hand. It, too, is a marvelous creation: smooth, rectangular, somewhat easy to use, full of stuff I’ll never understand. Recently, my phone performed a software update, so now I hold in my hand a phone that looks different ten months after I bought it.
When the update was completed, the icons, the font and the background were all changed. I don’t like them. I don’t find them as bold or as easy to read. The changes are not improvements; they seem to be changes for the sake of change.

This reminds me that in Nova Scotia, we are now in the season of our discontent, a.k.a. in the midst of an election. Whenever a party forms a new government, there are changes: departments are renamed, logos are redesigned, policies are redefined, new ideas are launched. Too many changes are made for the appearance of improvement.
Ask any long-time elementary school teacher if the curriculum changes in math and language arts over the last three governments have made teaching more efficient or students more literate.
This is the frustrating dichotomy of human nature: we resist change, yet we can’t make changes fast enough. We want everything to stay the same, yet we can’t resist new models.

But change for the sake of change – a new camera icon that is less noticeable than the previous one, a new way of teaching reading that doesn’t actually teach a student how to read, changing the Ministry of Rural Development to the Department of Business – is the symbol of how we fail as humans, as politicians, as managers, as so-called innovators. Technology has seduced us into believing that constant change is necessary, improvements are steps forward, and bigger/better/faster is the only way to go.
Yet when best-selling author Diana Gabaldon, who writes the successful Outlander novels, created her main female character, who would be travelling back in time to the mid-1700’s, she didn’t choose a woman from our technological era.
“I wanted her to have medical skills but she couldn’t be modern,” Gabaldon said during her recent lecture at the Frye Festival in Moncton. “She couldn’t be on a battlefield calling for an MRI.”
So Gabaldon created a nurse from the World War Two era, when the use of antiseptic, anesthesia, and antibiotics were widespread, but before we became dependent on technology to do everything for us, including think. She chose a character from a time when we could fix people and machines with our hands and our brains, and with whatever was laying around wanting to be useful, a character who could solve problems without consulting a computer.

We are in election mode now in Nova Scotia, which means that no matter who forms the next government, we can expect an improved, updated and renamed chicken when all we want are more simple, perfect eggs.





Tuesday, May 02, 2017

Home


I've been home from the Ontario book tour since Friday afternoon, and for the last three nights, my dreams are all about the book tour.
You know how dreams are. They aren't a replay of anything, and sometimes they don't make sense (why was I joining a high school basketball team on their bus? With my cat??) but I'm dreaming about being on a book tour. I'm still on book tour in my dreams!
During our three-day stop in Cobourg, I was interviewed by a 16-year-old boy young man who has a television studio in his basement. He'd just returned from a school trip to England, Belgium and France for the Vimy 100 commemoration, a once-in-a-lifetime trip that also saw him provide a news story for a Toronto TV station's Sunday evening newscast. Less than a week back home, he seemed to be struggling to reintegrate. Back home to a math test and an interview with an obscure Nova Scotia writer and the same old people gathered in the kitchen on a Friday night.
On a smaller scale, my mind, at least, is having a hard time coming home from the book tour. I love interacting with readers through my stories and through our conversations, and to be on a book tour was one of the things I anticipated about publishing my first book.
I'm missing that interaction, in part because there are no plans for more any time soon. There's a lot of competition for book store appearances in our small provinces, and I'm not a known name on the circuit, so it's taking time to set up events around Nova Scotia. For now, as I work on new book projects, I'm content to let my dreams come true while I'm sleeping.



Monday, May 01, 2017

Ontario Book Tour in Five Photos

Our first stop, Kingston, provided a nice transition into city life. We stayed with my friend Gail at her lovely home in the country, and I was able to get reacquainted with her horse, Earli Bird.

 
 For the book launch in my hometown of Cobourg, I wanted to offer a little taste of the Maritimes so I spent a couple of hours baking oat cakes. I properly represented HOME for the evening.  This was a fun night; a party brought in the middle of my baking, and we ended up mingling Maritime oat cakes with Chinese fortune cookies!


Got a true city fix by taking the GO train then the subway to my friend Jennifer's house - she of the chicken/red boots essay - in the Bloor West Village. We had a lovely walk through High Park the next morning but unfortunately, the store where I bought those red boots is no longer in business.



Seriously! This is the new-to-me library in my other hometown of Trenton (the high school and university years). The librarian couldn't understand why I was so excited ("This was built 15 years ago") but when I lived in Trenton, the library was small and dingy, and there was no marina. All you can see out those huge windows was field back in the 1980's; it's where my father walked the dog every morning. Honestly, I'd either have written a book in this library, or got nothing done because I would have been looking at the weather the whole time. This library was a delightful surprise. Good on Trenton for creating a lovely waterfront at the mouth of the Trent River system.


This book tour was a true celebration with people who have supported my writing, and waited patiently for the publication of my first book, for twenty years.
What I really enjoyed was reconnecting with friends, and connecting with readers. Also, it was great to have four opportunities to read and share my stories with an audience. I have returned home feeling uplifted by readers' reaction to Field Notes and motivated to get working harder on my To Write list.