This is our first time out with a book fair. We are renting half a table. You'll see our big poster at the Blue Ridge Book Fest in Flat Rock, this Friday and Saturday -- Murder as a Call to Love. Come by our table and let's talk about the new surge of small local presses. I'd like to interview you for an article I'm putting together, possibly for MountainX.
Just home from a speaking engagement in PA, and a visit with my wonderful 90-year-old mother in Ohio, and re-bonding with my sweet "kidney sister," Carole, in New Jersey. Join us at Malaprop's in Asheville at 3:00 PM this Sunday afternoon for an interactive event/reading/book signing.
Forgiveness is the scent of the violet on the heel that has crushed it. --Mark Twain
Added by Judith Toy on March 20, 2012 at 4:39pm — No Comments
Rain makes me realize how restless I am, like the clouds that hug the nearby mountains, roaming, appearing, vanishing. When I was eight months old, my mother tells me, I climbed out of my playpen. (Probably hit my head, too.) I still want out. Thinking about going to India this coming year. Yet the teachings of Thich Nhat Hanh have taught me to find refuge in the present moment, the only moment. Breathing in, I know I am breathing in. Breathing out, I know I am breathing out -- the breath as…Continue
Added by Judith Toy on January 21, 2012 at 12:05pm — No Comments
My book is late. It's a long, sad story, but it will be available at http://www.murderasacalltolove.com soon. Actually the website is up and running, and I'm blogging there. In the meantime, on this rainy morning, found this haiku buried in one of my husband, Philip's emails. He is so talented, and this is exactly how I feel this today:
Still ochred oak leaves
Late autumn so persistent
Cries lost on the…Continue
Added by Judith Toy on November 16, 2011 at 9:58am — No Comments