July 4, 1993, Dream with a Grandmother I was at a meeting in an old house. It was on the top floor and there were a lot of stairs, I’m not sure if that is important or not. I could not recognize the people I was with, but in the Read more
The “Bird Mandala” was drawn with my daughter in mind while I was in Cilliwack waiting for the wheel to begin (story Grama Grizzly to follow Chapter 2)
Mandalas With my new found creative expression born with the introduction of pastels, my mind began to explore new possibilities and my imagination came fully alive. When my world was shut down as a young child and my fear of being noticed became the dominating factor of my personality, I Read more
Author’s note; I have been imagining that it must be difficult for some to read some of the stories presented in my book. They were very difficult to write, so I can of course understand. Some may ask why I would include such personal accounts of my past and what Read more
Natural Healing – Iridologist 1991 This story relates to a very important turning point in my life, one that defined the way I would start to live and encourage my family to also begin living. It marks, I believe, the keystone mental adjustment I made in allowing me to truly Read more
Author’s note; I believe when we take pictures, at the time we are unaware of the great importance they may hold one day. By this I mean, that at the time these pictures were taken I would never have guessed I would be shut out from the lives of my Read more
My Last Pregnancy 1989 Before I knew I was pregnant we decided to go tobogganing as there had been a good snowfall overnight. It was a Sunday morning and we hoped to be among the first people on the hill. As it turned out we were the only ones on Read more
Readings The Year 1986 While still married to Darrell I made friends with a mother of two young children, our oldest sons’ attending the same school. We both did a great deal of volunteering at the school and enjoyed each other’s company. We had similar problems with our husbands, both Read more
Letter to Helen This letter was written as an exercise during my time in my group therapy. I wanted her to know how very small she could make me feel, taking away any sense of individuality I tried to possess. Dear Mom; The Christmas season is upon us again. The Read more
Passport 1989 I was thirty years old when I discovered I did not officially exist. I suppose this must seem rather strange, for how can one not exist when standing here with a legal identity? But indeed, to my great shock I was about to discover there were no records Read more