It seems like a very long time ago that I flew to Montreal for Blue Metropolis and spoke to Anne Malcolm. A lot of things have changed since that day, and I would have been frightened of some had I known about them in advance. To know that I wouldn’t have been well enough to work in my postage stamp garden all spring would have alarmed me. To know that I would abjure my rights in court would have terrified me (it still does terrify me). The prospect of more cardiac surgery (so many in the last 5 years) would have made me dizzy with aversion. But other things I would have celebrated–the simplicity and cheer of flowers and sunshine, new or deepening friendships, the end of lawyers, the arrival of “Love Will Burst into a Thousand Shapes,” winning Lit Pop 2015, my upcoming novel “Weekend” (spring 2016). But most especially, the arrival of my wee granddaughter and the celebration of my renewed relationship with my eldest. Yes, where there was no person, now there is a person. Hurrah!