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The Left Behind Babies
This has been a hard one to write. There is so much emotional baggage attached to this story. But it is not my story it is my mother’s. She was born in Sweden in 1910 and came to Canada with … Continue reading
Coming Soon . . .
I’m not done yet. I may just be getting started. I have written and published 5 books. Also a couple ‘just for family’ collections. Written and produced over 30 plays; some of them 7 or 8 times. I’ve published four … Continue reading
moving on . . .
There just comes a time in your grief that you reconcile. Read-“A Walk Through the Desert” I am reclaiming who I was. Starting over so to speak. I’ve done the hard work. I’ve felt the pain and now as I … Continue reading
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The Walk Through the Desert
I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I didn’t want to go. But the journey presented itself. You died. I had to cross the desert to come to the end of my grief. There is something to be said for past … Continue reading
The Art of Storytelling: Preserving Culture Through Tales
Write, breathe, write As an investigative storyteller there is always another story to tell. In some cultures they sat around campfires and passed down their history. In others, they gathered around a bar, drinking and embellishing the crazy stories they … Continue reading
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If I had to do it all over again, I would still pick you . . .
It has been almost a year since Dave died. It is still hard to say that, write that . . it does not get easier. But I am proud of everything I have accomplished this year without him. Redid the … Continue reading
Everything Comes to an End
I have not been keeping up with my posts. Life has been difficult. My husband passed away two months ago. Towards the end it was brutal. I felt pushed to sign off on ‘end of life’ drugs. The doctor advised … Continue reading
Writing in the middle of stress
All I seem to write when I am stressed is poetry; angry poetry. There has been a lot of that in the last two years. Mt husband had a stroke and is in a Home;paralyzed on his left side with … Continue reading
And on we go . . .
Sometimes survival takes over and writers do not write. This is the saddest of times. I have been writing since I can remember. I stayed home from school for 3 weeks when I was 14 and wrote my first book. … Continue reading
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