Christmas at the Odd BookIt is possible, I’ve discovered,to take up residence in a bookshop for just 24 hours startingat closing time on Christmas Eveand staying all the waythrough Christmas Day It happened at least once said the white-haired chapbehind the counter at the Odd Bookin between his forays up the stairs to carry down … More
It took me nine months to finish the puzzle. This seems about right as puzzling goes for me. I refuse to impose deadlines or quantitative expectations, content to set four or five pieces in place in one sitting. Sometimes even one piece provides peace of mind. When I started Van Gogh’s Starry Night, I quickly … More Puzzling and unpuzzling
I like to imagine the loons were humouring me. And who am I to know if they were, or if I just happened to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right time. Either way, I witnessed something unexpected. Something extraordinary. Something magical. I’d been kayaking earlier that morning, only my paddle and … More And then there were eight
Lynda MacGibbon 