Sometimes you have to leave the herd Girl Warrior. Pull away from the pack. And step out on your own. Fly solo. Go it alone. Take on the world single-handedly and forge a path...
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.