I’ve had a jam-packed couple of weeks of author visits. I’ve been to St. Thomas, London, Burlington, as well as a bunch of schools in the Toronto area. I continue to be impressed with the thoughtful questions that young readers ask. A young girl asked me if I ever become so sad when I write my stories that it is difficult for me to continue. I responded that I do indeed become sad at times. While we can never of course fully understand what that time was like for survivors, I don’t think you can write about this history without feeling some of the pain. At the same time, I continue to be inspired by the survivors that I meet. And that’s what keeps me going in this writing.

The wonderful students of St. Thomas More School gave me a beautiful card that they had made. It’s message is so important, so I thought I’d share it with you.

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