I was born and raised in Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada's oldest incorporated city, situated on the Bay of Fundy. I married my husband, Mel, when I was 18, and we had 3 children within four years. Our son, Bill, came along 18 years later. When the children
were still small, we moved from the city to Gondola Point, (it was country then, but no more) and lived there happily with various beloved pets over the years, including our wonderful dog, Scamp, who died recently. We lived in a modest, but comfortable
home, overlooking the Kennebecasis River. Lots of lovely tall pine trees as I looked out my window. People often told me the view must be inspiring, but the truth is when I was at my computer, my back was to the river, my head already filled with characters
and scenes as I live in a world of the imagination.
My husband is gone now and I sold the house and moved back to the city to escape the loneliness. I'm in a very nice apartment in a historical part of Saint John, and I'm content here
with my new little Calico cat, Bella. Out my window, I can see a beautiful old church with the steeple jutting into the sky, and a clock that competes with the moon. It is Sunday morning and the church bells are ringing as I type this.
But back to beginnings. My first story sold to True Confessions, more than 30 years ago. The second story, after being rejected numerous times, sold to Home Life magazine. It was titled God's Special Gift, and was about my grandmother,
who was an artist. Her death, as a result of a house fire, when I was 15, was an enormous loss for me. There were numerous published articles and short stories after that.