Squirreled away in the attic of my parents' house, I began writing short stories for my dolls. They didn't complain so I kept writing. Then I got to go to school where some wonderful teachers encouraged me. I published my first piece of writing in grade ten under the watchful eye of a rather unorthodox nun. In my last year of high school another teacher managed to stop me from writing for a while, when she said, "If you have nothing of significance to say, don't you dare write!" I decided I had to go out and find some significant things. That led me to travel and to experience life's ups and downs across this broad and beautiful country. I've explored almost every province in Canada, including the territories, lived in four of them. Been to Europe and Israel a couple of times, but my heart is split between the wilderness of the Yukon and the jungles of Papua New Guinea. I am captivated by the lure of large bodies of water and mountain vistas. My heart pounds with the rhythm of a galloping horse, flies with the frenzy of a hummingbird, whirs with the mystery of a dragonfly. I write to reveal the glory of God in this world and in my life. Tag Line - Writing with the rhythms of a galloping horse, the mystery of a dragonfly, the beauty of a hummingbird