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  • The Women of Wild Cove by J. Kelland Perry: Book Review

    March 10th, 2026

    Jennifer Kelland Perry has written a compelling novel of a future time where extreme weather events have irrevocably altered the world’s landscape. It is not quite dystopian; while climate change has caused a global collapse, leaving scattered populations struggling to rebuild, The Women of Wild Cove offers a glimmer of hope.

    Wild Cove is governed by a strict matriarchy, one that has rigid rules based on survival. Kat is a rebellious 18-year-old who finds her loyalties tested when she discovers an intruder. The intruder, Marcus, is from another village across the sea and is searching for medicine rumored to be concocted by the women of Wild Cove. Marcus’s wife and son are dying as are many of the villagers, and he is desperate to get the medicine that can save them. Kat keeps Marcus’s presence a secret, against the rules of her elders, risking her own future.

    The women in Wild Cove live on a tight schedule, tending to newborns and children, attending classes, doing chores, and participating in ritual gatherings. Kat chafes at being told what to do and when to do it, particularly when it comes to caring for the newborns and children. She does not have maternal instincts and dreads being part of the breeding program. Kat is definitely a character I could relate to, given my own lack of desire to have and raise children as well as my tendency to question authority.

    The Women of Wild Cove is told from both Kat’s and Marcus’s points of view which adds to the tension of the novel. You know why Marcus is trying to get the medicine, why he withholds information from Kat when they finally meet. You know why Kat keeps Marcus a secret from her elders, why she wants to trust and help him. You suspect that things will go awry. Trust is betrayed, and the matriarchy is challenged.

    The more I learned about the Wild Cove matriarchy, the more I was both thrilled and, at times, appalled by its methods of survival. In this society, men are essentially chattel, and the novel gives rise to so many questions about whether this matriarchy is a fair and just society. It definitely is a society trying to survive in a harsh and unforgiving world and, in that light, its rigidity and rules make a lot of sense.

    I see a glimmer of hope in Marcus, in him becoming part of the community. He is the opportunity for trust to be rebuilt.

    I was so fascinated by this world that Jennifer created that I asked her about her research.

    Marie: The details of the matriarchy that you provide in your novel are rich and intriguing. What research did you do to create the matriarchy in Wild Cove? 

    Jennifer: “I did do research concerning rural life and homesteading to include farming, fishing, foraging and sustainability, and how that might look in a future world, especially Newfoundland with its new and warmer climate.”

    Marie: I did find the use of men as mere peons and/or breeders disturbing. I understand that throughout history, women have been (and often still are) treated and portrayed no better. What made you decide to have the men at Wild Cove be so subservient to the women? 

    Jennifer: “The entire idea for the matriarchal angle of the plot came to me as a “what if” scenario. I made it more possible by using the continental war between the US and Canada as the main cause of high mortality in the male population, as two thirds of the troops that left Newfoundland to fight were men, and many of them didn’t return. This left mostly women in charge for governance. […]

    “I myself find it disturbing too, that this could ever actually happen. But I also think there is merit in the matriarchal ideology, that the male species with their “careless stewardship, greed for money and power and propensity for violence and aggression” have mucked things up and these women were trying to fix it, at least on their island.”

    Many thanks to Jennifer for answering my questions. I hope this review has piqued your interest in picking up a copy of The Women of Wild Cove. It is available on Amazon in print, ebook and audiobook, and on Bookshop in print, and at Barnes & Noble in print and ebook.


    Thank you for reading! As a friendly reminder: I’m participating in the 2026 Knit for Food Knit-a-Thon on April 11, 2026. I’ll be knitting for about 12 hours (just try and stop me). One-hundred percent of the donations will go to Feeding America, No Kid Hungry, World Central Kitchen, and Meals on Wheels.

    If you want to support me, here is the link to my team: Knit for Food Knit-a-Thon 2026–Team Marie. Please know that no donation is too small. More of us are feeling the pinch these days so anything you can give towards these worthy causes will be greatly appreciated.

    Orange cat sleeping on his back on a off-white fleecy blanket.
    Raji would say “thank you” if he was awake.

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  • Knit for Food Knit-a-Thon 2026

    March 3rd, 2026
    From the official Knit For Food website at https://givebutter.com/knitforfood26/team-marie-in-tallahassee/mariebailey

    Yup, I’m doing this again! If you were following me last year at this time, you might recall that I participated in this fundraiser for the first time.

    This year’s fundraiser started a couple of weeks ago, and it has already raised over $87,000, and we still have a few weeks to go.

    Last year we raised OVER $500,000, and 100% of the donations will be shared equally among Feeding America, World Central Kitchen, No Kid Hungry, and Meals on Wheels.

    The “rules” are very simple: I will knit for about 12 hours on April 11, 2026, buoyed by the support of people like you.

    If you wish to donate, here’s the link to my team of one: https://givebutter.com/knitforfood26/team-marie-in-tallahassee/mariebailey

    Of course, any cheerleading you can offer will also be greatly appreciated.

    I have not yet decided on what I’ll be knitting on April 11, but I’m considering one of Laura Nelkin’s designs. It might well be another one of these:

    Me modeling a hooded scarf (designed by Laura Nelkin), knitted during one of Laura’s mystery knit-a-longs.

    Or some such variation … Or maybe one or two Red Resistance Hats aka Melt the Ice hats. (The history and pattern for these hats is available here at Needle and Skein.)

    A red resistance hat knitted by me.

    I’ve knitted three so far, although I made a mistake in the first one so I’m keeping that for myself.

    I will pop up now and then as we get closer to April 11, and I will definitely let you all know what I’ll be knitting as soon as I know.

    In the meantime, stay safe, find joy where you can, and be a helper if you can.


    One of my favorite photos of Wendy.

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  • Here We Go Again: War in the Middle East

    February 28th, 2026

    For what it’s worth, I fired off a message to my Members of Congress this morning and am sharing it here:


    Dear [fill in the blank],

    This morning–Saturday morning–I learned that President Trump, together with Israel–sent military strikes against Iran. What happened to the “Peace” President? Congress did not authorize these strikes so they are illegal. Also, the American people were not consulted, and we have made clear that we DO NOT want a war in the Middle East. Been there, done that, and nothing to show for it but military and civilian deaths. So there is NO mandate from the American people for this war.

    These military strikes are illegal and against the will of the American people. I understand the president is angry that the U.S. Supreme Court (finally) ruled in favor of the U.S. Constitution and against the tariffs. I understand he may be hoping that a war in the Middle East will distract everyone from the Trump-Epstein files. He also might be planning to use a war in the Middle East to justify interfering with the midterm elections.

    The American people will not tolerate another endless, useless war in the Middle East that puts our troops at unnecessary danger. We will not support a president who illegally engages our country in a war. We went through that with George W. Bush, and it left a stain on his presidency and a deep, abiding desire in the American people to avoid war in the Middle East. 

    During his campaign, President Trump promised no more wars. Since he’s been president, he has only stoked the flames of war. There’s no evidence that he has ended any wars, no matter how much he tries to convince the American people that he has. Instead, he has allowed Russia to make gains in its invasion of Ukraine, threatened Mexico, Canada, Greenland, and now Cuba with unauthorized and illegal invasions and foreign interference, and he illegally attacked Venezuela. His actions have only served to put our country at greater risk of foreign attacks and retaliations.

    I demand that you stand up to President Trump, stop these military strikes before we reach the point of no return. Do your job and stand up for the U.S. Constitution.

    Thank you for your attention to this matter.


    We who still believe in the U.S. Constitution and the Declaration of Independence and the separation of powers have our work cut out for us over the next several months. If you’ve been paying attention, you should have no doubt by now that Trump and his lackeys will do anything–especially anything illegal–to stay in power. I honestly believe, however, that we have the upper hand.

    In her February 26, 2026, newsletter, Heather Cox Richardson quoted authoritarian scholar Timothy Snyder:

    Trump is “failing at fascism” because “he needs a bloody, popular, victorious war” as an opportunity to “to kill one’s own people and thereby generate a reservoir of meaning that could be used to justify indefinite rule and further oppression, to make the world seem like an endless [struggle] and submission to hierarchy as the only kind of life.”

    I take heart that Trump is failing and that the only war popular with the American people is no war. But this reality means that Trump is desperate as are his enablers. Trump is not the only one worried about impeachment if the Democrats take back the House. He is not the only one worried about conviction if the Democrats also take the Senate.

    What you can do is find that mode of resistance that enables you to fight back without sacrificing your mental and physical health. For me, it is writing. Writing emails to my Members of Congress, writing postcards to encourage people to vote, writing posts like this one. I attend protests when I can. I support local social safety net agencies like Elder Care Services. I support my local NPR station.

    I’m a behind-the-scenes kind of person. You won’t find me trying to meet face-to-face with my Members of Congress or attending Indivisible meetings. I am not a “Great White Hope,” and I don’t want to be one. Rather, I’m happy being one of many millions fighting for the United States of America.

    If each of us does what we can, no matter how small an act, together we can make a big difference.


    Thank you for reading and for being part of my community.

    Raji snuggling on my husband’s lap.

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  • Five Things About This, That, and the Other(s)

    February 5th, 2026

    This

    THIS HAT!

    Per the folks at Needle and Skein, a full service yarn shop in Minnesota from whom I got the pattern, this hat has a history:

    In the 1940’s, Norwegians made and wore red pointed hats with a tassel as a form of visual protest against Nazi occupation of their country. Within two years, the Nazis made these protest hats illegal and punishable by law to wear, make, or distribute. As purveyors of traditional craft, we felt it appropriate to revisit this design.

    I came across the pattern a couple of weeks ago. Since then, Needle and Skein has raked in over $250,000 for this $5 pattern; all proceeds go to immigrant aid agencies to help those impacted by ICE. You can read more about resistance art here.

    While I have plenty of red yarn, it’s all dedicated to other projects. So I took an old but beloved knitted shawl of red wool and silk yarn and ripped out the crocheted trim. I thought this would be a nice way to decide if I want to make more.

    Since the yarn is a blend of wool and silk, it doesn’t have the elasticity of 100% wool and it’s not “pointy” at the top. I probably should have used a smaller sized needle but it fits nicely as is. Very light, almost like I’m not wearing anything on my head. We have several more cold days ahead for my part of the country so I look forward to wearing it.

    And I DO want to make more! But, guess what? Red wool yarn is suddenly hard to come by … LOL. I did find some and ordered a couple of skeins and then we’ll see. Because …

    That

    I am knitting A LOT. I finally finished a shawl that seemed to take FOREVER but I haven’t blocked it yet so no photos. I’ve enrolled in a workshop to make a sweater in a month (I did this last year so I know it’s doable), and I’m knitting an alpaca watch cap for my hubby. I have LOTS of projects to work on, including spinning and weaving now.

    The Other: Writing

    So I’m not writing, except for the odd comment. I guess I want to write because my comments can be lengthy unless I rein myself in. But I haven’t worked out a schedule. That also means I haven’t been reading or commenting much because I’ve been … knitting or doing housework which seems to take up more time than one would guess when there’s only two humans and two cats living here. I could do with a housekeeper, ideally someone like Mrs. Hall from All Creatures Great and Small. She’d be good with the cats, too.

    I also do get overwhelmed at times by all the subscriptions I have to read, here on WP and now also on Substack. I have unsubscribed to a few which wasn’t easy but my priority is to stay with the writers I’ve been reading the longest. I’ve been following some of you for over ten years, and it troubles me to not keep up.

    The Other: Fatigue

    There are times when the energy to get through the day, to go about my life as if all was well, is in short supply. I have to constantly remind myself of what I am doing–those things I consider civic duties like calling and writing to my members of Congress, writing postcards encouraging people to vote, supporting aid agencies–and not feel put out because I don’t have the social capital or the economic capital to bring about the change we need now.

    Interestingly, my husband and I have thrown ourselves into our projects–me with my crafty stuff, Greg with his astronomy and photography–in the attempt to minimize our exposure to the tsunami of daily bad news. And yet, we are often tired.

    The Other: Cats

    Cats all day, every day.

    Raji being Greg’s lap kitty.

    This time of year, when it’s chilly and we like a little extra warmth, Greg has been missing Maxine and Junior who were great, if at times demanding, lap kitties.

    Back in the day when Junior and Max owned land rights to Greg.

    Raji is an equal opportunity lap sitter. In the evening, when we are enjoying “happy hour” on the loveseat, he prefers Greg’s lap. Later, when we are on the couch watching TV, he prefers my lap. Wendy, at this time, will only deign to get close but not too close.

    Wendy on a cushion, snoozing while we watch the telly.

    Thank you for reading! Live in hope, be kind, and do no more than what you can.

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  • When Things Go Missing by Deborah J. Brasket: Book Review

    January 13th, 2026

    Note: I received this novel for free through a giveaway. Free or not, I always post honest reviews. Just saying.

    In Deborah J. Brasket’s novel When Things Go Missing, Franny, a wife and mother of two adult children, leaves her family without warning or explanation. Franny isn’t really missing. The reader knows that, but in the beginning her family doesn’t. They are only aware that she still exists when she chooses to make them aware.

    With her daughter Kay, it’s phone messages always left when Kay is asleep or out of her apartment. With her son Cal, it’s through strange and provocative photos that she mails to him. With her husband Walter, it’s the charges to his credit card that lets him know where she might have last been seen.

    This idea of a woman, who has just turned fifty, leaving her family without warning and without explanation is intriguing. Franny starts with a “shedding process, opening closets and cupboards, ridding herself of everything she no longer needs, stripping away all that’s not essential.” That’s in the Prologue, before we even get to the expected reactions of horror, anger and angst from her family. On its surface, we all could possibly relate to a “shedding process.” Some might call it spring cleaning or even death cleaning. But what does it mean when one’s own family is stripped away, deemed “not essential”?

    After the Prologue, Franny recedes into the background, and we experience Kay’s, Cal’s and Walter’s reactions in turn, each viewpoint moving the novel forward. We experience their frustration and anger and fears.

    Kay is a headstrong, yet somewhat needy young woman, working toward a career in archaeology. She often annoyed me. Of the three, she seemed to be the one who didn’t want her mother to be anything but a Mother. As a soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend says, “You don’t see her. You just see Mom.” A bit ironic given Kay’s own fierce sense of independence, her determination to not let herself get bogged down by a man and marriage. Franny who kept the family together. Franny managed Cal so Kay didn’t have to. Franny was always there when Kay needed her. Until she wasn’t.

    Cal is a drug addict who in turn uses and abuses his family. He’s older than Kay but just as immature in his own way. Yet, his immaturity stems not from being spoiled, but from being misunderstood and believing he’s always been unwanted: “Like from the day he was born, they were all waiting for him to move out again.”

    Walter is a quiet husband and father, seemingly uninterested in his children and his wife. He has a temper, one that has scared all of them, including him, on occasion, which might be why he keeps to himself. At least until he too starts the shedding process.

    How these family dynamics play out through the novel is truly fascinating and deeply insightful. I saw Kay, Cal, and Walter as people in arrested development, people who basically depended on Franny to do whatever was needed so they wouldn’t have to, so they wouldn’t have to grow up and figure out on their own how to become fully actualized human beings.

    I believe that was what Franny was trying to do for herself, find out what she was really meant to be in the world, beyond being a mother. She could only do that for herself, just like Walter, Cal, and Kay had to do that for themselves, separately and by themselves.

    While the novel ends a bit neatly, it also left me feeling uneasy at first. Then I felt relieved, sad, and, finally, satisfied. We learn through Walter, Cal, and Kay that Franny was a good mom and a good wife, and so the ending fits, even if at first you think it doesn’t.

    When Things Go Missing is a story is that has lingered with me long after I put the book down. It left me wondering about the role we play in each other’s lives, the relationships we build, the relationships we might later wish we hadn’t started. It left me wondering about the degree to which we use each other and call it Love. It left me wondering about how co-dependence is often mistaken for Love. It left me thinking about how liking each other, respecting each other might be just as important in a family as loving each other.

    I do strongly recommend When Things Go Missing by Deborah J. Brasket. Click on your preferred store to get your copy from Amazon, Bookshop or Barnes and Noble. While you’re at it, check out Deborah’s blog at https://deborahjbrasket.com/blog/

    Thank you for reading! Here’s my free gift to you: Raji snuggled under the shawl/scarf I’m (still) knitting.

    Raji wishing I’d stop knitting and just pet him.

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  • (Yet Again) An Open Letter to My Congress Members

    January 8th, 2026

    Here I am again, trying to share my grief, my horror with members of Congress who seem to have no humanity, no soul.

    Let me say the quiet part out loud: Renee Nicole Macklin Good was a young, white, Christian mother and poet. Maybe those facts alone will be enough to horrify Americans who otherwise wouldn’t care about her death, horrify them into action against the actions of the current regime.

    My letter:

    I’m writing to share my grief and horror over the killing of Renee Nicole Good, a young Minneapolis mom and poet, by an ICE agent on January 7, 2026. I urge you to oppose the Trump regime’s attacks on immigrant communities and hold him and his cabinet accountable for their authoritarian and unlawful tactics. I beg you to:

    1. Demand a full investigation of ICE agents’ indiscriminate use of deadly force against protesters;
    2. Conduct public oversight investigations into the conduct of ICE agents and conditions of detention facilities to ensure the rights and safety of detainees;
    3. Oppose any federal funding bill that supports ICE and enables the Trump regime to terrorize our communities and violate our due process rights;
    4. Forcefully condemn the regime’s targeted and racist attacks against certain immigrant populations; and
    5. Call for the impeachment of Kristi Noem as Secretary of Homeland Security. 

    Ms. Good’s death should be a tipping point for all members of Congress. ICE agents are not just out of control; they are being encouraged by Secretary Noem to use excessive, deadly force on peaceful protesters. The courts have ruled against these aggressive tactics, and yet ICE persists with pepper-spraying protesters full in the face, beating protesters, and now killing them and denying them life-saving assistance. 

    As long as you support the deployment of ICE and Customs and Borders Police into American cities, you are culpable for all that they do, and you will be held accountable. You must stand up to President Trump and stand up for Americans like Renee Nicole Good.

    Thank you for your attention to this matter. 


    Thank you for reading, and many thanks to 5Calls.org whose script I slightly modified for this letter.

    Featured photo: Steven Garcia/NurPhoto/Shutterstock .

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  • An Open Letter to Congress on the Escalation of War with Venezuela

    January 4th, 2026

    Here we are again. Anyone who has been paying attention should not be surprised that the Trump regime has invaded and attacked–without provocation and without authorization from Congress–another country. He’s been threatening to do that since he took office. Yet, even I spent most of Saturday in shock.

    But today, instead of sitting around and wringing my hands, I called and wrote to my so-called representatives. I don’t expect them to take my concerns seriously. They are members of Trump’s cult, but if I can be a thorn in their side, if I can amplify the disgust so many of us feel toward Congress and the current regime, then I will do my duty.

    Here’s what I said and wrote:

    I’m writing to express my alarm about the Trump regime’s UNAUTHORIZED military strikes in Venezuela and the dangerous escalation toward an ILLEGAL and UNNECESSARY war. I request that you commit to your constitutionally mandated responsibilities. Here’s a few things you SHOULD do:

    1. Immediately pass a war powers resolution to block all unauthorized strikes or military action in Venezuela (as well as any other countries Trump has been threatening); 
    2. Hold public hearings to investigate the legality and justification for the administration’s aggressive use of military force;
    3. Call for the impeachment of Secretary of Defense Hegseth because he has consistently LIED to Congress about the regime’s intentions toward Venezuela; 
    4. Demand the resignation of Secretary of State Rubio because he has consistently LIED to Congress about the regime’s intentions toward Venezuela; and
    5. Support articles of IMPEACHMENT and move to CONVICT Trump for this repeated defiance of the law. 

    Enough is enough! Every day since Trump took office has been filled with one outrageous and illegal crisis (most manufactured by Trump and his cabinet). Voters are sick and tired of being lied to and SICK AND TIRED of Congress not doing what they were elected to do. 

    DO YOUR JOB. Accept your constitutionally mandated duties and stop the Trump regime from getting the USA bogged down in another forever war!


    Many thanks to 5 Calls for the script. I modified it slightly; the capitalization is all mine.

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  • Five Things on New Year’s Day 2026

    January 1st, 2026

    It’s been awhile. I’ve been busy, but not busy. It just depends on how you look at it. My days fly by, sometimes in a (for me) whirlwind of activity. But when someone asks, “What have you been up to,” I shrug. My usual response, “I’ve been busy but I can’t remember what I did.” Or, I remember but I fear putting my friend to sleep if I share. But if I put you to sleep with this post, at least I won’t see your eyes closing.

    Organizing

    It was just yesterday that I had a spurt of energy and pulled out my poorly kept daily journal and my monthly calendars for 2025 and 2026 and updated all of them. The 2025 calendar will go into a drawer with other calendars. My memory is bad enough that occasionally I’ll pull out a previous year just to remind myself of when we did this or did that.

    And I bought a few things that I had been planning to buy for a long time (like extra bowls for our cats’ automatic feeder … exciting things like that). I emailed friends, sent electronic holiday cards, and even went to the gym.

    After all that, I still had to prep for dinner but I was so tired.

    Aging

    I start my days with ice on my wrist and heat on my shoulder … both on the right side because, of course, I’m right-handed. I did have a steroid shot in my wrist a couple of weeks ago (and, yup, it hurt more than the pain I was there for), but it does feel so much better.

    When you positioning yourself for Downward Dog, you don’t want to have pain shooting across the top of your wrists. Arthritis is the culprit, swollen tissues are the exacerbation. Hence the ice. Even though my wrist is so much better, I’m still icing it twice a day.

    Same with my shoulder. Same problem but heat feels better so … .

    My left knee is still a problem but that will be discussed with my doc later.

    All of this is to say that, to my dismay, I’m experiencing chronic physical limitations. I haven’t taken a walk in my neighborhood in months, in part because I dread navigating the hills and broken sidewalks with my bum knee and unsteady gait. Oh, did I mention that my right ankle is also a problem now? The tendons are tired.

    Surely I have something positive to say on this first day of the new year. Surely I’m not turning into one of those “complain, complain, complain” people.

    Shifting (topic)

    I’m still knitting. Recently I participated in a mystery knit-a-long and produced this very warm and toasty hooded scarf.

    Me wearing a knitted hooded scarf in black and blue stripes.

    I’m also working on a shawl that seems more like a scarf and is taking FOREVER to get through. It’ll be lovely once it’s done. It’ll be a light, airy fabric of silk and mohair. But it’s taking FOREVER.

    I picked up my weaving again. My focus is still on functional items, like these dish towels.

    Two 100% cotton dish towels in stripes of natural, yellow, and orange.

    Next up will be one or two hand towels. I know, I know. Not exciting! Not a blanket or an arty wall hanging. Small steps, people. It’s challenging to set up my loom and I’ve relied too much on muscle memory to get through the weaving (hence, one dish towel is almost twice as long as the other). But I’m learning.

    And soon I’ll buy a spinning wheel because I’ve taken up spinning too! Right now I only have a couple of drop spindles. If you want to delay gratification, try spinning with drop spindles.

    The act of spinning takes me back to when I was a student at Hartwick College in Oneonta, NY. I was an unhappy student until I took a spinning workshop during winter session and then a weaving course. I fell in love with both. I would spend hours in the weaving studio, sitting on a stool, my fingers twirling the spindle, while I watched the fibers catch and twist into yarn.

    Writing

    That’s what I’m doing here.

    Cats

    Lately it’s been on the chilly side, temperature-wise, and Raji exhibits his snugglebunny nature. Even Wendy is gets up close and personal at times.

    Raji on my lap, half covered with my knitting project as I knit.
    Wendy stretching herself out on a pillow between me and Greg.

    I also babysat for our neighbors’ two cats for a few days in December.

    Kitty Meow Meow (aka KM2).

    We all suspect that Kitty Meow Meow (aka KM2) is either Raji’s mom or grandmother. She was originally “owned” by a family up the road who claimed that they could not keep her indoors and who finally had her spayed after her second litter. Then our neighbors took her in. Well, she was at their house all the time so you can say she adopted them.

    Frankie, a “snowshoe” breed of Siamese

    Similar story with Frankie. He was originally from another household that allowed cats to roam and reproduce freely. I lost count of how many other cats our neighbors claim that Frankie has sired, but at least he can’t spread his seed any more and his current staff give him shelter and lots of love.


    Ending my posts with cats–mine or someone else’s–always leaves me feeling happy. I hope they make you happy too.

    Happy New Year, everyone! Good riddance to 2025, and welcome to 2026, a year that I hope will bring a lot of “good trouble.”

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  • One Thing About Loss

    December 5th, 2025

    Two nights ago I finally did what I had been avoiding for months: I looked for a blogging friend’s obituary. The sad news is I found it. Some of you might know Nancy Jo Anderson aka Zazamataz on WordPress. Her blog is still up at zazamataz.wordpress.com, but she has not posted since December 11, 2024.

    According to her obituary, Nancy died on March 14, 2025. She was only 62. Nancy was open about her illness. In her post of April 24, 2024 (“I’m back. Again.”), she explained that she had both COPD (chronic obstructive pulmonary disease) and CHF (chronic heart failure). My oldest sister Charlotte had both of these conditions, and it was the COPD that killed her. I imagine it was the same with Nancy.

    I hadn’t known Nancy for long. I “met” her through Ally Bean’s blog The Spectacled Bean, and quickly came to cherish her friendship, her stories, her humor, her openness. She didn’t shy away from writing about being sad and depressed, her struggles to get proper care, and her many “visits” to the hospital.

    Her humor was a gift. She would write about her hospital stays with such comedy that I’d often laugh out loud, forgetting for those moments the fear and pain she most likely felt while it was happening.

    And she was generous. In May 2023, she organized the “the great moose giveaway.” It was a clever way to clear out her house and send out a little love to the world. I was game for anything that involved yarn (naturally). But what I got from Nancy was so spot-on, I was speechless when I saw it.

    Ceramic fat bluebird with patina of gold mostly on wings and tail. Beak is slightly ajar and pointed upward as if in greeting.

    This ceramic bluebird is more precious to me than anything else Nancy could have sent me. I have it sitting on a desk next to the loveseat where I usually have my morning tea. Seeing the bluebird, remembering Nancy, is a nice way to start my day.

    I could have “looked for” Nancy long before Saturday night. I thought of it often, but sometimes you don’t want to confirm what you already know.

    Although she’s physically gone, I hope some of you might visit her blog. Her spirit lives on in her writing and in each of us whose lives she touched.

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  • New Release! Amanda in Ireland: The Body in the Bog by Darlene Foster #NewRelease

    November 16th, 2025

    I am honored to be participating in a blog tour for Darlene Foster’s latest novel in her Amanda Travels series, Amanda in Ireland: The Body in the Bog.

    Here’s a blurb to whet your reading appetite:

    Twelve-year-old Amanda Jane Ross is invited to be a bridesmaid for her cousin’s wedding, in Ireland! She falls in love with this emerald isle the moment she lands in Dublin. The warm, friendly Irish people immediately make her feel at home. Towering castles, ancient graveyards, and the stunning green countryside are filled with fascinating legends, enthralling folktales, and alarming secrets.

    Things take a dark turn when disaster strikes. Amanda wonders if there will be a wedding at all. As she joins the search for a missing horse, she stumbles upon a world of screaming banshees, bloody battles, and dangerous peat bogs. The closer she gets to the truth, the more dangerous things become. Will she become another body in the bog?

    You might be asking yourself, What is a bog? Let’s have Amanda’s older cousin, Taylor, explain it in this excerpt from the novel.

    They travelled into the countryside, passing emerald fields dotted with black and white dairy cows.

    Amanda asked, “Why is everything so green?”

    “I imagine it’s because it rains so darn much here,” replied her cousin.

    “It hasn’t rained since I’ve been here.”

    “You’ve just been lucky, that’s all.”

    “What are they doing over there?” She pointed to two men cutting chunks of what looked like mud bricks out of the earth.

    “Oh, they’re collecting peat from the bog.”

    “What’s a bog?”

    “It’s a wet flatland, like a marsh. It holds peat, created from dead plant material. Irish people have used peat, or turf, from the boglands for heating their homes and cooking for centuries. Stuff stays well preserved in bogs. They’ve found all sorts of artifacts, jewellery, and bodies that are centuries old. Even butter from a long time ago that was still good to eat. Not that I would.” Taylor made a face.

    “Really. That’s fascinating!” Amanda’s eyes popped open. “Did you say–bodies?”

    “They’re always finding bones in the bogs around here. Many people have gotten lost trying to find their way home, some from a late night out, taking a shortcut across the treacherous swamps and stumbling off the safe pathway into the bog. They’re often called Bog People or Bog Bodies when they’re found, remarkably well preserved.”


    Enjoy this enticing trailer for Amanda in Ireland:

    https://animoto.com/play/O0amAVkp8P6Z7173Qyao1g


    Find Darlene at these social media links:

    • Website: https://www.darlenefoster.ca/
    • Blog: https://darlenefoster.wordpress.com/
    • Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/darlene.foster.777
    • Twitter/X: https://x.com/supermegawoman
    • Bluesky: @darlenefoster.bsky.social
    • Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/darlene6490/
    • Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/stores/Darlene-Foster/author/B003XGQPHA
    • Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3156908.Darlene_Foster

    You can buy Amanda in Ireland: The Body in the Bog at any of these sites:

    https://books2read.com/u/4EYQ2A

    https://www.amazon.com/Amanda-Ireland-Body-Travels_Book-ebook/dp/B0FT75TVC6/

    https://www.amazon.ca/Amanda-Ireland-Body-Travels_Book-ebook/dp/B0FT75TVC6/

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