Evangeline Uriyu is a full-time professional freelance writer, whose work has appeared in both print and electronic media. She is a Short Story Channel Manager and offers help and guidance to newcomers. Evangeline wrote her first short story about a horse in the fifth grade, and has been writing ever since.
She is a certified Small Animal Massage Therapist graduating from The Northwest School of Animal Massage Therapy in 2005 and an experienced pet sitter. Active in rescue, rehabilitation and re-homing puppy mill survivors and homeless pets for more than 20 years, she has a great degree of experience with all types of companion animal issues.
Evangeline is retired from a 25 year career as a Mammography Technologist and a Breast Health Educator. As a volunteer spokesperson for the American Cancer Society's Breast Cancer Control Committee, she worked at educating both the public and medical professionals about the benefits of regular mammograms in reducing breast cancer mortality.
Evangeline shares a home in Arizona with her husband Jim, a fellow writer, and their four Cairn Terrier rescues.
My passion is ...
dogs, writing
I know too much about ...
breast cancer
My parents always told me ...
I was the wild one!
My childhood ambition ...
was to dance on the Ed Sullivan Show
My favorite memory ...
long lazy days on the beach in Cape Cod with my children
Why I write ...
to share what I've learned and to not be forgotten by the passage of time.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
reading Karma and Other Short Stories by Rishi Reddi, watching Grey's, America's Got Talent, listening to Cab Calloway
My first job ...
selling shoes at the WT Grant co.
My best moment ...
marrying my best friend Jim
My inspiration ...
Life
Stories of the Paranormal Authors note: All the Stories you are about to read are true. They were experienced either by myself, or told to me first hand by the people who experienced them. Chapter One The Ghost of Thomas Wixon April loved to spend time in the old cemetery on Great Plain road. It was a lovely spot with large Oak trees and a silence that seemed fitting out of respect for those who slept eternally. Brambles, overgrown grasses and vines were claiming much of it, leading April to believe that the old cemetery was not cared for. Still, she always walked through it reverently not...
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Gilbert, Arizona US
Member since: July 2009
Articles Written: 88
Writers Invited: 2