(This page is always under construction because I can never quite make up my mind.)

STATS:

Born: Probably the wrong century, but I'm doing the best that I can with what I have.

Education: Five years University. BA- History & English. BEd.- Elementary. PARTY- Honors. MEN- Notable Mention

Employment: Teacher, Tutor, Bar Maid, Store Clerk, Tour Guide, Dessert Girl (don't ask) and Author.

Travel: With employment- Thailand, England, Alberta. For fun: Europe, US.

Hobbies: Needlepoint. Gardening. Living in the past.

Leisure: Sitting on the deck. Preferably with a mad dog and a Welshman under the midday sun.

These are a few of my Favorite Things:

Watching the sun rise and set. Mowing the lawn. Reading in the shade of the apple tree. Rain on the roof. Thunder and lightning storms.

Planting a garden in the spring. The smell of pickle making in the fall. Swimming in the Atlantic. Song birds. Fresh cut grass. The 'fizz' when a bottle of beer is opened.

Tommy Lee Jones. Robert Redford. Robert Duvall. Westerns. Antiques. Researching pioneer life, including the 'Parlours'. Dolly Parton in 'The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas'.

Television: The Sopranos. Most Haunted. Frasier. Always after the news and the weather.

Books: Lonesome Dove. The Great Gatsby. Brokeback Mountain. Outlander. Bitter sweet love stories with an unexpected ending.

Music: Disco. Jazz. The Beatles. Dance. All depends on my mood.

People: My cats.

True Love: Stuart.

Passion: Writing dark Gothic tales that make the skin crawl.

Hopes: Watch the sun rise and set for many years to come.

FAVORITE QUOTES:

“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious.” Albert Einstein

I grew up in an old house that whispered late at night. To experience the inexplicable as a child was far from mysterious. The creak of a rocking chair when none existed, the latch on a door moving without a hand, the shadow of a deceased pet sitting in the window- all of it was terrifying to me as a child. Yet at the same time it was house filled with family, and celebration, and reunion and love. Most of that has quieted now. Still, I can understand when I look back on those times, how beautiful the mysterious was. The paranormal intertwines with the love, neither of which can be seen, measured, nor truly defined. And only now do I realize what indelible impact both has made on who I am today. To say nothing of the way I write…

“The supernatural is the natural not yet understood.” Elbert Hubbard

I remember all the history classes I took at Acadia University, the medieval period being one of my favorites. Living and working in England for several years was like a dream come true- visiting estates and castles and museums- a glimpse into the minds of those who lived so long ago. It’s easy to chuckle at their superstitions, knowing what we do now, having come so far in science and medicine and technology. But they lived and laughed and loved as we do, as our descendents will in centuries ahead. I can’t help but wonder if the ghosts and mysteries of the paranormal we see and hear today will then have a plausible explanation. I secretly hope there isn’t an explanation. Mystery is good. Romance is even better. Might you agree?

“Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.” Sigmund Freud.

Don’t look for any hidden agendas from what I might say, joke about, or scribble into my little red book of notes. I have a big heart for those who are kind, and I never cease looking for ways to give. And I hurt easily when my motives are misconstrued. But I won’t talk about that, except to say I have my pride and I vehemently protect what is mine. Instead, feelings and incidents will seep into the words that create my stories. There’ll be a little of me in every character. That’s therapeutic; I’m sure Freud would approve.