Her name is Louise. My mother’s name is Louise.
Her husband’s name is Michael. My brother’s name is Michael.
The village church in her books was named for St. Thomas. My village church is also St. Thomas’ Anglican.
We both attended Ryerson Polytechnic in Toronto, at roughly the same time. We worked at the CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation), also at roughly the same time.
We have both been through a version of hell.
But importantly, happily, we have both been loved by wonderful men who have supported us and encouraged us to write.
With our similar experiences, Louise once remarked that we seem like sisters. I agreed. Except, I remember thinking, I could barely imagine being as great an author as she is.
Not only is she a wildly successful author, she’s also taken the time to encourage new authors like me.
I say all this to explain my affection…
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