My new book “Midlife Solo” is now available.

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Happy Birthday, Sylvia Mary Leadbeater. R.I.P.

October 8: my mother’s birthday. She would have been 96. Yesterday at Ryerson a student wrote about her 90-year old mother with dementia who has turned violent, and I breathed, once more, a sigh of relief and gratitude that Mum died when she did. She was losing memory, getting weak and vague and sometimes strange, but still beautiful and more or less together. It’s devastating to imagine your mother as a vicious stranger.

I’m still reading Mum’s lover’s letters. It’s difficult, because I see her in a new light, as a modern woman struggling to sort out her complicated life, but at the same time, she had ensnared a married man with young children who was desperate to ditch his family and run away with her. There is mention of sheep farming in Spain. They were really nutty.

At one point in class last night, as the 13th person read an essay, I cried, once more, “I LOVE MY JOB.” A room full of interesting people whom I didn’t know a few weeks ago, and now I do. Now we are starting to know each other well. I just sent out a newsletter to former students; after reading it, Aime Wren signed up for my blog and then replied, “I must tell you that your suggested – to look up – book titles, account of seasonal garden closing, and your photo shoot description was heartwarming to read! I could hear your voice and recalled the class I took with you. A few of the women that met in your class about five years ago now are still working together in a writing group. Your warmth and humour united us. 


Currently I am typing from Oxford, on my fourth study abroad spell at the School of Continuing Education here in the UK. One never knows how their teaching efforts inspire others, and might not see the ripple effect of encouragement that impacts their students.


Beth, because you taught me at the University of Toronto, I am now at Oxford. 

I wrote back that it’s especially great that she’s at Oxford because that’s where my parents met. I have an Oxford University sweatshirt from Goodwill that I wear constantly. It does feel good to know the classes have meaning. 
A beautiful day today – sharpness in the air but also hot, hot sun. Blissful. I am happy to report that I missed the debate last night because I was teaching. It sounds appalling, too important to have been handled so badly. I must stop thinking about the election or I’ll go crazy. 
Today, my first piano lesson since June and not as excruciating as it could have been. I’ve managed to squeeze out a bit of time every so often and am hammering through another of the easy Goldberg Variations. How happy I am to write that.
On the other hand, had a sad duty. I’d emailed Lynn in France the lovely words of praise for my memoir friend Allan had written, and she sent back enthusiastic congratulations on finding a publisher so keen on the book. You must be ecstatic! she wrote. I had to tell her that Allan is a friendly fellow writer, not a publisher, and I am not, repeat not, ecstatic. Not yet. Any day now.

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I began keeping a journal at the age of nine. Nearly fifty years later, I started this online journal, sharing reflections, reviews, updates, and the occasional secret.

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