It was a dark and stormy day. Wind whipping, sideways rain, the works. The kind of day that calls for crackling fires and afternoon movies, and the exact opposite of what you would wish for when traveling cross-province to read at a book festival on the autumn streets of Vancouver.
I have this friend. She is the ambitious type; changing careers and ideas of ‘who she wants to be’ on a regular basis. Always moving forward with gumption and gusto, I am never sure where she will end up, but it never surprises me when she excels beyond expectation. Her latest accomplishment is the publication of her book: ‘Chicken Poop for the Soul – In Search of Food Sovereignty’, a real life story of her adventures on Howling Duck Ranch. You will laugh and you will cry and you will learn to make cheese and wrangle wild yeast for baking. You may need to skip some parts (like I do) when she teaches us a bit too much about how to slaughter a turkey, but her stories are real and beautifully written and so worth reading.
A couple of weeks ago, I joined her in Vancouver, where she was invited to read at the Word on the Street festival. Nothing mixes worse than high winds, torrential downpours and thousands of books, pamphlets and flyers. But, despite the nerves and anticipation and west coast showers, she got up and read, not surprisingly, with gumption and gusto. I couldn’t be more proud. xo
Pre-reading prep, pre-reading liquid courage and a little help from her friends: