On the day you were born, The world grew sweeter, Less weary and worn, A softer, gentler, place, Enveloped in love, Revealed its presence, And found a home, In our hearts. ...
As far back as I can remember, I wrote. Private young-girl thoughts in secret diaries, then poetry filled with teenage angst and dark poetry peppered with profanity. I wrote daily letters to God in Hilroy notebooks, short stories and poems for kids, sad country songs, and raw truth-telling stories about life growing up in a blue-collar neighbourhood in Northwestern Ontario. These are those stories and poems.