: About Me

Passionate about nature, history, and how everything is connected, I try to bring my interests, and my strong beliefs into everything I write. Writing is a basic part of my existence, right up there with eating and breathing. (Perhaps above eating.)

A Stay-at-home mom with two kids, I have a history of animal rescue, which brings some valueable life experiences to the table when it comes to my writing. Other than writing, my passions include, my children, animals in general, horses, backyard and suburban farming, weaving, spinning, and needle-felting.`

My passion is ...

Life and Connections, emotional and physical, between everything.

I know too much about ...

what its like to live internally and be afraid of the outside existence.

My parents always told me ...

that you choose what you become and what you achieve.

My childhood ambition ...

to publish my books and own a farm.

My favorite memory ...

Summer with the family, traveling all over Canada.

Why I write ...

My writing is how I connect with my core self and explore my deepest convictions.

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

Connie Willis, for the fiftieth time...

My first job ...

Packing vegetables for an Organic delivery business.

My best moment ...

Finding out we were expecting our first child.

My inspiration ...

Everything inspires me, whether negative or positive in the experience. I put every breath of my life into what I write, and I feel things too deeply sometimes, and that, also reflects in my work. Sometimes I do wonder- which is real- me, or the characters I've written?

Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Encounters with wild animals

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Camping is not all fun and games, not when three older-aged kids are packed into a small car and driving for thousands of miles under the great ambition to go camping. Yet, there we were, me, my best friend, and her boyfriend, my baby brother. Bickering was the inevitable as we drove the long, tired miles, packed to the brim in a Toyota Prius, all the way from Arizona to Alberta. I was packed neatly in the backseat, between two boxes of our food and cookware, as easily forgotten as a tent-stake to the oblivious lovebirds in the front. The first breath of real, cool, air, after the stifling...

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