: About Me

Hey there from Canada, eh?

Long ago, when the world was young and so was I, I told everybody who would listen that I wanted to be "an author" when I grew up, not a writer,because I knew perfectly well that writers write, but authors were the ones who got published!

After a detour into a career in education, I have returned to my first love, the written word. Teaching Grade Twos the wonder of reading only strengthened my conviction that words are magic, and that simplicity of communication is an art form.

I am thrilled to be married to the most wonderful man in the world (sorry, everybody else!) and have raised two awesome kids to be amazing adults, and, no, I am not biased a bit, just amazed to be in such excellent company! Our black cat, Cosmo, loves to lay across my shoulders as I write and be my "mews."

My passion is ...

making a difference!

I know too much about ...

obscure pet names.

My parents always told me ...

to wear clean underwear.

My childhood ambition ...

was to be an "author."

My favorite memory ...

is of getting married to the love of my life in a little white church at the top of a mountain.

Why I write ...

I write, therefore I am. I am, therefore I write.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

The Hours by Michael Cunningham; John Adams on HBO; Seven Day Fool by Jully Black; 1234 by Feist

My first job ...

was a McJob.

My best moment ...

I'll let you know!

My inspiration ...

my late son who loved life and always laughed.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: For my child

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My Mermaid Child When you were born I fell in love. Your pink shell nails, your white shell ears, my mermaid child, born water-bound, your destiny to toss in foam, to fight the tides. Undulate, slide through the surging swells, defiant dive, but then emerge, ecstatic conqueror. When you were born you fell in love. With rippling drops from your extended hand, bold puddles called your toes to splash and sing, with beach sand traces in your hair, asleep, you in your element, and I a bubble trapped in air, unfit to swim along a sprite intent on plunging her way home.

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