A Special Gift

July 3rd, 2015
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A bag of birdseed, a jar of peanut butter, a handful of dandelions. I have received many sweet and strange gifts during my author talks. But a recent one caught me by surprise. The Waterville Rotary Club presented me with a certificate and the promise to vaccinate 10 children against Polio in my name. Quite an honor and an extraordinary gift. More than two billion children in 122 countries have been immunized against …

How March Madness and a Gonzaga Bulldog Rescued “Mr. Basketball”

May 5th, 2015
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To his friends, family and hometown coaches, he is known as “Mr. Basketball.” My soon to be 80-year-old father, Ronald Walsh, lives for hoops. His local PelhamHigh School boy’s team calls him their #1 fan, despite the fact he has no relation on the bench. And nothing ─ snow, sleet, fog ─ stops him from getting to his Nashua High North granddaughter’s games A devoted college basketball fan, he spends untold hours researching, …

A Special Note

January 12th, 2015
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I am always thrilled to hear from readers who enjoy my books, but this letter was extraordinary. Casey is eight years old and lives in North Carolina. He tore through Sammy in the Sky and is now onto August Gale. Casey is a Titanic aficionado and enjoys tales about the sea. Looking forward to hearing more from him.  P.S. I’d love to meet you one day, too, Casey! Read on, dear boy, read …

Grateful for a New Year, a New Morn

January 12th, 2015
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Up at five this New Year’s Day, eager to walk with the loyal hound beneath fading stars. Grateful for the birch trees, the firs that frame the frozen lake, the violet-streaked sky. Thankful for precious family and friends. Will live, love, laugh for those who cannot, those who have left us too soon.

The Top Ten Reasons an author knows they have done one too many holiday book signings

January 12th, 2015
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You begin to lose everything: car keys, cell phone, eye glasses, gloves. The glasses you lost days ago are either found in the Triscuit box, the microwave or in the driveway, shattered after you ran over them on your way to a book signing. Your car begins to look like a mobile homeless shelter. Books, spare clothes, orange peels, empty water bottles, event posters, crumpled coffee cups, and unwrapped Christmas gifts cover your …

Sticking My Neck Out With Vampires

October 29th, 2014
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I covered many crazy stories as a court reporter in South Florida, but this story was one of the most memorable. Happy Halloween. THE VAMPIRE WALKED out of the elevator dressed entirely in black. He was over 6-feet-tall and weighed close to 250 pounds. I shook his large hand and cursed myself for not setting up this interview in a public place, like, say, a police station. My co-workers had urged me not …

What next?

March 15th, 2014
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Not long after August Gale was published, many asked, “What next?” For the past year, I’ve looked for a compelling story, one that would capture my passion and curiosity. A few months ago, I learned about the RMS Bohemian, and the more I heard, the more I wanted to know. After a rough crossing from Liverpool, the ship wrecked off Maine’s coast in 1864 after the captain reported seeing ‘a peculiar haze.’ On …

My book-selling father is working it 24/7 in Florida!

March 26th, 2013
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My father is taking Florida by storm. He is supposed to be on vacation in St. Augustine with my mother for the month of March. But instead, my 77-year-old dad is working the streets, the beach, the restaurants, the golf courses, and the book stores. “Do you like to read?” he asks dozens of people each day. It they answer yes, he hands them an August Gale bookmark, detailing the story about the …

Newfoundland, A Transatlantic Tipperary

March 14th, 2013
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In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, I will be posting excerpts from August Gale: A Father and Daughter’s Journey into the Storm. Many of my Irish ancestors crossed the Atlantic to seek their fortune in a place the Irish called Talamh an Éisc, “Land of the Fish.” During the mid-1800s, Newfoundland was considered a “Transatlantic Tipperary,” the second most Irish place next to Ireland. ~Excerpted from Chapter 5 “Tis Nothing But Worry and …

The wind, she was blowing wicked to the world.

January 31st, 2013
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Jim “Pad” Kelly was one of the few Marystown fishermen who survived the 1935 August Gale. Kelly was a legend in the small fishing outport where my grandfather was born. Like most of the Newfoundland men who fished from small dories, Kelly often found himself separated from the schooner, blinded by curtains of relentless fog. On two of those occasions, Kelly rowed more than a hundred miles home from the Grand Banks fishing …

SAMMY IN THE SKY. Illustrations copyright © 2011 by Jamie Wyeth. Reproduced by permission of the publisher, Candlewick Press, Somerville, MA.