Nice to meet you.
There used to be a shiny bio here. I’ve outgrown it so I cut it loose.
In short? I’m a less-is-more Canadian mother raising four kids, penning postcards, and meeting deadlines beside my dashing husband, Steve.
He’s an Australian drummer/scholar/Celtics fan. Christian spirituality is his teaching niche. He’ll wax Pearl Jam or 90s hip hop if you inquire.
We drive a Batmobile (and by “Batmobile” I really mean an unsexy black minivan. Adventure on wheels.)
I was born in Vancouver. Scotland brought me to life. (St Andrews, to be specific. What a sight.)
Lipstick, berets and gin—these are my calling cards.
Friendship fuels my tank.
My default setting is a combination of faith, hope, and love.
I don’t tolerate bullshit anymore. Life is too short.
The perfectionist in me is screaming, “You can’t publish this yet.”
My weary soul is nodding and rolling her eyes. She’s pouring a drink and putting her feet up. She’s smiling.
I SHARE WHAT I KNOW.
Beauty is everywhere.
Life happens one day at a time.
Simplicity beats the alternative.
Generosity is a state of mind.
Sincere appreciation opens doors.
Postcards are the future.
Coffee reigns but Love Gin comes to life with grapefruit so…tough call.
WRITING IS THERAPY.
Whether it’s work or play, I love what I do.
Thanks for lending your attention. Please don’t send an invoice.