Mo Duffy Cobb is the author of The Chemistry of Innovation (Island Studies Press, 2021) and Unpacked: from PEI to Palawan (Pottersfield Press, 2017). With an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts in creative nonfiction, she is the Founder and Editor of Cargo Literary, a literary magazine that pursues transformational travel stories, and now helps other writers tell their stories through her freelance work. Her work has appeared in Malahat Review, Montreal Writes, Write Magazine, Understorey, Damselfly Press, Empty Mirror, Literary Mama and The Rumpus. She lives in exotic Prince Edward Island, Canada, where is executive director of the PEI Writers Guild and the artistic director of Wild Threads Literary Festival. And yes - she grows her own potatoes.
When The Globe and Mail published my essay last month, I had a memory flood back.
When we moved to Montreal in the summer of 1993, my average in Language Arts was 99%. I had wooed all my junior high teachers likely being a bit of a smooth talker and making sure to get in the right groups. Being fourteen, I bragged to my parents that of course, i knew everything.
Two years ago, I attended a workshop with two of the literary greats of children’s literature in Canada – Humber School of Writing’s Cynthia Good and Rick Wilkes of Annick Press. This cute little book was partly the result!
Spring update and welcome to pandemic life in Canada! While 2020 has thrown us many curveballs, there have been some pleasant surprises. First of, I have graduated from President of PEI Writers’ Guild to Executive Director!
What a thrill for me to be going back to The Word on the Street Festival this weekend, the place where four years ago, I first pitched #Unpacked to a panel of publishers. I was terrified, but it worked! (For more about that or to pitch your own books, read the Atlantic Books Today feature).
The fridge at Mom’s is full of twenty years of photos. New years eves, babies, picture of me on stoops of houses long gone, braces and baby toes, nieces and nephews and everyone in between. I pawed at a butterfly, the symbol I share with mom for all of those we love who have gone on to other worlds.
“She’s there, you know,” Mom said, and whispers, “Little T.”