Stories that Matter

Story telling

Remember When?

How many conversations start with that question? Probably more than we remember. Yet it’s an immediate pull back into the past, back to an event or shared memory that somehow binds people together, often whether they like it or not. The biggest events in history have turned strangers into friends. V-Day. The assassination of JFK.…
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Under Water They Can't Hear You Scream

It’s Monday and I need a break. SO Lets Play A GAME! Flash Fiction ~ The door to the office clicks shut behind me. I’m sweating already, and it’s pretty cool in here. The hum of the old air-conditioner in the window tells me I’ll be glad I wore my hoodie soon, but right now…
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Where We Dwell …

It came down to this. These words. You have a choice. You can stay in this place of despair and despondency, waiting for things that may never happen … or you can move on. Find another place to dwell.  A moment like that, if you’ve ever had one, can be life changing. And once you’ve…
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What They Don't See …

It happened again. An underhanded comment, off the cuff but sharp and succinct and it sank deeper than it probably meant to. I should know by now. I’ve heard enough of them. I shrink under the weight and flinch ever so slightly and hide behind a smile. And I know I should shake it off and…
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The Painful Insignificance, Chocolate Cake and A Bottle of Wine …

You’ve had days like that. Days when for whatever reason, and it doesn’t matter why, you misjudge, miscalculate, miss the mark, make a snap decision and just do something utterly stupid. But then it’s done and it can’t be undone and so you pray and hope that one day, a week from now or a…
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COMING SOON! Cover Reveal & An Invite!

I’m delighted to announce that I will be releasing my next novel this spring! (Cover by Yvonne Parks @ Pear Creative). Two lives taken down different roads – one enduring love – one shot at starting over.                                If only they believed in second chances.  Julia Connelly is finally free from twelve long years in…
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Still…Life

In the aftermath of the celebrations, all is quiet. Still. Things are tidied, relatively speaking, and I’m heading into the new year filled with anticipation. Yet, there is a restlessness within, something I can’t quite comprehend. Something perhaps I need to do, to say, to put aside. But my thoughts still scream loud. Still. I’m…
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Why Sometimes Storytelling Sucks…

I don’t rush the morning. I get up slow, head still hurting with thoughts that won’t go away. Heart still aching, full up with stuff I don’t know how to deal with. I need to write this down.  I wander the house, sipping coffee and snapping photographs. I’m not a great photographer, amateur at best,…
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What Do We Do Then, With The Broken?

We’re officially in holiday season. Tomorrow, my friends and family in the US will celebrate Thanksgiving. And then the Christmas decorations come out, the tree goes up and before we know it we’re singing Jingle Bells. Silent Night. O Come All Ye Faithful. But there are those around us who do not want to sing…
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Here's What I Know…

I love books. I love story. I love creating stories. I love reading stories. I love sharing stories. Apologies for my long absence here of late. Part of the reason for it is that I’ve been traveling. Hubby and I spent two weeks in Hawaii – a long awaited trip that was perfect in every…
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Once I Wrote A Book…Then I Wrote It Again…

August 22, 2014 | 8 Comments

Life. Crazy huh? Who can make sense of it? Well, to keep a very long story short, today’s post is about sharing the happy news that my first novel, Yesterday’s Tomorrow, has been re-released and is now available for your reading pleasure on Amazon! Even after all these years, this book is still #1 in…

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Books and Ducks and Copper Pots

July 10, 2014 | 2 Comments

When I was young, I laughed at the notion of antiques. Old stuff. Who in the world would want that? I wanted everything new. For me to be the first to use it. For us to make our own history. But I hadn’t lived enough. Hadn’t traveled enough. Hadn’t cried enough. I didn’t know. Silver…

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Choose Love

July 7, 2014 | 10 Comments

I was sixteen the first time he said it. With his arm around me in the darkened room, my head on his shoulder, probably half asleep. “I love you.” Three little words that had the power to change my life. If I chose to let them. Of course at sixteen, love was exciting. Love was…

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Hope And Hydrangeas

July 2, 2014 | 2 Comments

Hydrangeas. They’re one of my favorite flowers. They don’t smell, sadly, but they’re beautiful. They come in many different varieties and colors of pink and blue and white. I’ve longed to grow them for years, but in Bermuda it’s difficult, if not impossible. When we bought our place on the lake in Northern Ontario, I…

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Objectivity

June 28, 2014 | 12 Comments

Disclaimer – the thoughts expressed below are simply mine. Agree or disagree. And there are no spoilers here, incase you have not read the book. It’s one of those big words that you cannot walk away from. Objectivity. To be objective. To think for oneself. To read or view something without prejudice, to form one’s…

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Soul Deep

June 5, 2014 | 6 Comments

I never knew I had a sister. Never grew up with a brother or a sister. Just a lot of dolls, a cat, two dogs and a hell of an imagination. I was never really lonely. When friends were scarce, I made them up. Funny that. I think I started making up stories from around…

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So You Think You're All That?

May 22, 2014 | 12 Comments

“The world doesn’t revolve around you, you know.” “Yes, it does.” “No, actually, it doesn’t.” “Yes it…wait, what?” The problem with being a writer is simply this: We may develop the tendency to think we’re all that. Not me, of course. I would never be so brazen as to assume the entire publishing world should come…

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Happily Ever After…Or Not?

May 16, 2014 | 7 Comments

“Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine…” I’m at a crossroads with this story I’m working on. Been here a while. For the first time, probably ever, I’m contemplating not writing a happy ending. I know. I’m shocked myself. Because I love that ‘ah…’  feeling…

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Why Write?

May 8, 2014 | 5 Comments

I belong to an awesome online community of brave writers. We encourage, edify and pray for each other. And sometimes we ask hard questions. Why write? Why are we doing this thing? For what purpose? Because a lot of days, it drives us all a little nuts. Know what I mean? If you’re a writer,…

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Minions!

April 13, 2014 | 8 Comments

Ever since watching Despicable Me, I’ve developed an obsession with Minions. Seriously. I mean, these little dudes crack me up. Crack. Me. Up. If I’m having a crappy day, I’ll load a YouTube video and watch Minions. For like 20 minutes. Maybe more. There’s just something about these little yellow blobs I can’t resist. They’re not…

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Remember When?

How many conversations start with that question? Probably more than we remember. Yet it’s an immediate pull back into the past, back to an event or shared memory that somehow binds people together, often whether they like it or not.

The biggest events in history have turned strangers into friends.

V-Day. The assassination of JFK. Martin Luther King. 911. If you lived through any of those world-changers, you can probably remember the exact moment you heard the news, where you were, what you were doing, who you were with.

Memory.

It is both a blessing and a curse. Because some memories are hard. Some memories still bring shame, fear, self-loathing – those are often the ones that remain visceral and vibrant, as though they just occurred, while so many others, all those good times, the laughter, the friendships, well, we have to work a little harder to see those clearly, don’t we?

We keep track of days gone by in photo albums, on videos or in journals, where we write down everything we want to remember because it impacted us in some way. IMG_5969IMG_5970

Memories can be powerful, full of mystery and wonder, and I’m sure there’s some expert out there who could tell me all the science behind it – but I don’t care.

I choose to believe that God gave us memory so we can tell our stories.

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We are all story-tellers. Think about the multitude of word pictures passed down through the generations and your brain will start to spin. It makes me giddy actually. I love the fact that we can tap into those memories and bring them to life through the written word. Some of us like me, do this on a daily basis. We tell stories and other people turn them into books. Some authors write their own story through memoir, while others choose fiction. But in every work of fiction I believe you will find some of the author in her characters – whether consciously or unconsciously, she will have tapped into a bit of her life and placed it into that novel.

Everybody has a story. Only the very brave will choose to tell their own. 

My earliest memory is a time when I was taken to a new nursery school or daycare. I must have been about two or three. I was upset about being there and I couldn’t stop crying. They put me in a high chair and called me a baby. And I remember my father storming through the doors, picking me up and carrying me out of there. And I never went back.

That memory stays with me today – truth be told, I’m probably a little partial to the knight in shining armor stories because of it. I know not every girl wants to be rescued. This girl, she’s good with it. 🙂

As I explored the power of memory in my upcoming novel, The Things We Knew, I became fascinated by the idea of being shaped by the past. Everything we’ve lived through, all those good times and bad times and times so terrible we don’t let ourselves remember them . . . this is who we are. If we were able to tap into each and every memory we own, how many piles of papers would that be? And which would we choose to keep?

Want to talk memory today? What’s your earliest memory?

There’s a spot on the couch for you.

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