My relentless and unflappable book-selling dad

October 28th, 2012
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The ambulance waited outside to take my father to the hospital. Later he would admit that he was a bit nervous about his “situation,” but he had other concerns on his mind. “I need to bring some bookmarks,” he told himself before leaving home. The hospital, my dad knew, would be filled with potential readers, readers who would enjoy my book August Gale: A Father and Daughter’s Journey into the Storm. Since it …

C-SPAN Book TV video of August Gale: A Father and Daughter’s Journey into the Storm

October 9th, 2012
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C-SPAN Book TV did a fabulous job putting together this video about my book August Gale: A Father and Daughter’s Journey into the Storm. Please share the video with anyone who loves Newfoundland, Ireland or has respect for the brave men who earned their living from the sea. Readers who enjoy memoirs about family will also like the book and this video.

Skyping into book clubs and classrooms around the world

August 21st, 2012
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With rising gas prices and daughters who are tired of a traveling, book-promoting mom, Skype is my new best friend. I don’t have to fill the gas tank, hit the highway and drive hours to meet with book clubs or schools. And I don’t have to listen to my 11-year-old daughter scold: “Where do you think you’re going now Missy?” Since my two books ─ AUGUST GALE: A FATHER AND DAUGHTER’S JOURNEY INTO …

A lingering gale, a near brawl at The Ship Pub, and an impromptu visit with Great Big Sea.

May 30th, 2012
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A gale wind rattled the windows. Fittingly, I stood inside The Ship Pub talking about the 1935 storm that killed several of my Newfoundland sea-faring ancestors. A crowd of 30 had braved the fierce weather and gathered inside the St. John’s tavern to listen. As I opened the discussion up for questions and answers, a man at the bar (who had stumbled in during my talk) shouted: “Do you know about the wind?” …

A threatening storm, a historic dory ride and an unlikely gift.

February 22nd, 2012
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I squint at the clock. Jaysus, Mary and St. Joseph! It is nearly quarter till nine. I curse my Newfoundland relatives again for keeping me up till 2:30 a.m. with stories, song and drink. I jump from bed and pull my clothes on. A banging on the door draws me to the kitchen, where mercifully, coffee brews. Tom Reid steps inside the hall and grins at my un-brushed hair and half-open eyes. “A …

Returning ‘home’ to Marystown, a late-night Irish pub crawl and the creation of the Boston States Goobie Sisters

January 30th, 2012
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The lights in the ninety-five year-old church hall blazed across the bay. The sight of St. Gabriel’s lit up on the northern shore of my grandfather’s homeland overwhelmed me. I shook off a chill and wiped tears from my eyes. On this October night, I returned ‘home’ to Marystown, the Newfoundland fishing outport where my Irish ancestors immigrated in the mid-1800s. Here in St. Gabriel’s ─ where families celebrated weddings, shared suppers, danced, …

The deadly moose highway, an Irishman in the kitchen and a TV interview gone bad

November 13th, 2011
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I was tired, cranky and eager to exit the deadly Moose Highway. After speaking in Saint John’s and grabbing a quick sandwich, I got directions to the route New Brunswick natives refer to as “Moose Highway.” “Be careful of the moose,” the Saint John’s librarian warned as I headed to my car. Route 7, the road that links Saint John to Fredericton, is known as a moose “hot spot,” meaning a lot of …

The Canadian adventure begins

November 8th, 2011
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The journey began in the black of night. It was 5:40 a.m. and I had 202 miles to drive before arriving at Saint John, New Brunswick ─ the site of my first Canadian author talk. As ribbons of pink and gray streaked the dawn sky, I hit Route 9 or “The Airline.” The historic road connecting eastern Maine to Canada began as a foot path in 1857. Stagecoaches later rumbled along the rocky …

Off to Newfoundland the land of my ancestors, who sailed the sea

October 26th, 2011
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It has been a wild and wonderful couple of weeks with three August Gale talks and lots of interviews with the American and Canadian press. My Canadian adventure begins tomorrow in the black of night at 5:30 a.m. I drive from my Winthrop, Maine home to Saint John, New Brunswick’s largest city, which sits between the Bay of Fundy and the mouth of the Saint John River. After talking in Saint John and …

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