I was born in Atlantic Canada, the second youngest of four children during a time when country kids attended one-room schools and all children rode their bicycles and skated on frozen ponds without protective helmets to safeguard their noggins.
When I write fiction I try to always write honestly, try my best to capture imaginary people involved with real-life problems and dilemmas.
My writing also focuses on finding humor in the everyday, often mundane swirl of activity going on in the world, and I use my sense of humor to try to remain somewhat sane. It has served me well thus far, although it is difficult to predict what the future holds.
When I was nineteen I married my childhood sweetheart and we shared many wonderful years as husband and wife and parents to two great kids. We were definite that we would grow old together and that when the time came to die, we would do so holding each other’s hands. But that was not to be. My husband died four years ago, at the too-young age of 56, and now I am on my own, for the first time ever. My new journey is scary and unpredictable and I write about it, too, as I’m pretty certain that I am not the only person in the blogging world who shouts out at life sometimes and laments that this is not the future we had planned. If I can touch somebody by writing about my journey through life then I want to share as much as I can, about the good times and the bad, the laughter and the tears, the “who is that old person staring out at me from my mirror?” and the “I am so much more comfortable in my skin now than I was when I was much younger.”
I began this blog in the summer of 2009, intending to post recipes and stories from my mother’s kitchen, but after a short while decided to add creative articles and stories on a variety of non-kitchen topics as well. I hope you find something in my posts that piques your interest, and of course, I’d love to read any comments you may choose to write.
Thanks for visiting. And remember, don’t be a stranger.