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ANITA BIRT WEAVER OF TALES

This is a short note. Did anyone read my Christmas story on my last post? Writing it brought back so many memories I suggest you write your own Christmas story, good or ill. Some Christmases of which I’ve heard were truly awful when an alcoholic parents goes on a rampage and ruins the holiday.Let’s not … Read More

ANITA BIRT WEAVER OF TALES

 REMEMBERING A LONG AGO CHRISTMAS  BY Anita Birt Christmas and I go a long way a back. Back to when I was a child in London, Ontario. Long before television. Long before air travel became common. Back to a time when only wealthy people travelled very far. Ordinary folk in cold Canada stayed home to … Read More

ANITA BIRT, WEAVER OF TALES

Friends and acquaintances have asked how I began writing romance novels when I was in my late seventies?  I wrote my non-fiction book, THE HOUSE AT BRIDAL VEIL (available at ABE books or Amazon.com as used books.) It’s a very interesting history about four nuns belonging to The Franciscan Sisters of the Eucharist, all professionally … Read More

ANITA BIRT WEAVER OF TALES

I’m a Weaver of Tales now instead of writing a Journal. It won’t make a bit of differences since I’m not sure a single living soul reads my deathless prose. Ah well, I must struggle on and hope that one bright morning someone will comment on my writing. It’s been pouring rain all day. The … Read More

ANITA BIRT’S JOURNAL

Anita, Weaver of Tales. Still hell bent on having another book published! Never give up. Anita who reads too late at night. Her brain is too active to invite sleep. The book in question that did me in last night:  “Where Good Ideas Come From,” by Steven Johnson. I have to think about the content … Read More

ANITA BIRT’S JOURNAL

Have you done your Christmas shopping? Can you afford to do your Christmas shopping? Have you given up? I don’t shop for my family now. They are all grown up and I haven’t a clue what to buy for them so I send them cheques or money orders for my grandson and his darling wife, … Read More

ANITA BIRT”S JOURNAL

I have my son and daughter-in-law visiting and have no time to think about my blog. I shall return early next week. In the meantime, we are enjoying terrific weather on southern Vancouver Island. Sunny skies and light breezes. To have my family visiting and to have such perfect weather is a gift. I am … Read More

ANITA BIRT’S JOURNAL

About my blog about poetry yesterday. Sorry about the spelling errors. I thought I had caught them all. Sigh. I didn’t. I realize I am back in years gone by with my love of poetry from Victorian times. Such a wonderful way with words so many poets had.  John Keats’ ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE.  “Thou … Read More

ANITA BIRT’S JOURNAL

Bear with me, if there is someone out there in cyberspace, who cares about what I write. I’m on a poetry kick this afternoon. Was hooked when I picked up my copy of ROMANTIC AND VICTORIAN POETRY, edited by William Frost. It’s an old copy used by my son when he was in senior high … Read More

ANITA BIRT’S JOURNAL

I’ve been thinking about what it feels like to grow old. I mean really old, like ninety! What about starting a NINETIES Club? And that made me smile. Clubs have rules after a fashion. Imagine electing (by a show of hands) a ninety-five year old woman, let’s call her Grace, a pleasant old fashioned name. … Read More