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Today marks the one-month countdown to the release of #NotesfortheEverlost! One month to the launch day party—wine and a fancy bonfire in a century-old barn next to a heart-shaped pond, want to come? (see FB for details!) ... And one month to the release of the gorgeous print book from @shambhala_publications (You should see it! It's so pretty, and aaaahhh, fresh book smell) ... And one month to the release of the audiobook from @prhaudio, narrated by me.
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It's going to be a month of antsy nerves followed by some hustle, readings and events, and lots to share. Bear with me, friends. First up: the most beautiful blurb from novelist and literary giant Elizabeth McCracken, my fellow in loss. I was dumbstruck and so honoured that she read my book. I am, generally, feeling that way about this whole adventure—by all the readers so far. Much love and thanks to all. Thirty days! xoxo
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One year ago tonight, we said goodbye to my beloved creek and shed with a fancy dress (a.k.a. Frenchy's dress) croquet and cocktails party of all the eras. "Doing my best to leave a benevolent spectral imprint of love and sass and hospitality on this place, or perhaps this place imprints it all on me." That's what I put into the captions, completely wracked at leaving my very own, very first little crooked house. We needed each other something fierce, me and that house.
For the party we played croquet, of course, with a background of silent montages of all the best 80s movies on a big screen over the fire pit. We brought all the soft cushions and quilts and the fainting couch outside by the shed, and listened to Anderson Paak while woodsmoke drifted into the tree canopy for the last party in Western Shore.

On a related note, I love all our friends so much. We hang with people who are game no matter what crazy idea you have. They show up like gangsters and flappers and Miami Vice, no questions asked. South shore!

Every time I remember to go out and cut and bring in a flowery harvest before it wilts in the garden, I feel like Marilla Cuthbert.

Of course, obvs., lunch at the #LaHaveBakery and then our first wander up to the skate shop and ‘bread bowl’ (😍) at @hgskate. I get so worked-up happy when I see artistic, amazing people doing artistic, amazing things in rural #novascotia. Especially in #lunenburgcounty. Incredible spaces and experiences and bread. A damn-near dynasty of it. #hometourist

Stopped in—finally!—at @ploughmans.lunch on the way back to the ferry, in my great-grampa Sponagle’s home grounds of the West Dublin shore. This place is such deliciously evocative time-travelling.

Christening the new deck with wet salt.

That kitesurfer gave us such a big thrill. Came right by us super fast in the waves, Evan and I playing in the swell, and he caught so much air and flew by us like a bird.

My sunglasses cost $4.99 ☀️☀️☀️

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