As much as I enjoy blogging about Up She Rises, it’s not my whole life (although it sometimes felt that way as I wrote it.) I want to be able to share news about my other writing or books I’m reading, topics that don’t readily fit here. So, I’ve created a new blog to replace this one. Up She Rises will continue to feature on the new blog, but it won’t be the sole focus.
They say a change is as good as a rest, but we don’t always like change.So I’ll make it easy for you: Tammi McBrien’s gorgeous photo remains the header on my new blog and the Twig posts and your lovely comments are making the move too.
So please come along on this new adventure. It’s not far, just click here. I’ll go on ahead and put the kettle on.
Rachel accepts the first teaching post she’s offered – in Twig – after being dumped by her boyfriend. She doesn’t know much about Newfoundland and of course, back in the 1980s handy research tools like Google Earth, Trip Advisor or Wikipedia didn’t exist. Rachel is from the big city of Toronto; she’s about to experience culture shock:
“Where’s the main part of Twig?” I asked.
“You’re looking at it.”
I’d seen the school and the church. Now we passed a gas station called Sully’s and then Bernie’s Snack Bar. A few teenagers were gathered outside Bernie’s, smoking. A tall dark-haired boy pointed at my car and they all turned to stare. A girl in a lumber jacket raised her hand. I waved back before I realised she was giving me the finger.
Have you ever felt out of place somewhere?