Wednesday, July 1, 2020


“Glad the grizzly was gone, my white dog, ran up to the blueberry patch, lay his head and shoulders down and ran fast as he could. He came up with blue racing stripes from his nose to his shoulders. He was now a proud war dog painted for battle smelling like a blueberry pie.”

Wednesday, June 24, 2020


Excerpt from my new manuscript, Wakes & Trails into the Wilderness Please share
“With all the guests gone, I fell into a deep slumber. I woke to a stiff breeze. I stood on the deck with my dogs and watched as the unusual waves gained in size and the moon rose.  The wind whipped and my skin tingled.  A salmon soared from the top of a moonlit wave into the emerald crest of the next. The wave filled with the dark shape of the salmon and I stood astonished as the hot wind whipped my hair. The dogs were not impressed.”

Monday, June 1, 2020

CHAPTER 14 My friend Alex Michelle

Cougar! I went into the tiny generator room, its door facing the bush.  I felt like a canary in a cage. Captured!...
      The next morning Alex came by to check his traps. “What should I do?” “Nothing,” Alex repeated. “If he wants you, he gets you, and there is nothing you can do about it.”  He went on to explain, “It is no good to carry a gun. You’ll never see a cougar.  He will be in a tree hidden. You will not see him until it is too late.”

Friday, April 10, 2020

CHAPTER 13 Big Beautiful Lips

Excerpt from my new manuscript, Wakes &Trails into the Wilderness
As the days trickled by, a steady warm wind began to blow from the south. Spring! I could feel it in the air! Sheets of lake ice began to break into sections the size of parking lots. At the mouth of the arm I saw open water that glistened like diamonds in the sun. Each sparkling flash from the surface of the clear blue water sent a promise of spring. It was exhilarating. The sight made me warm, even though I was looking over a sea of ice. I walked the beach in the sunshine. I watched as the wind drove massive slabs of ice into each other with immense force. Carried by the momentum, caressed with vapour curls they were propelled onto the shore. The frozen accumulation pushed on top of itself over and over, until a seven foot wall of ice built on the beach.

Monday, March 30, 2020

CHAPTER 12 Touching Home Plate Winter

… I heard a soft crack, to my horror the earth opened up! It wasn’t just an insignificant hole but a deep hungry abyss, black as night and with no hint of depth or bottom. Terrified I scrambled to slow the descent. My arms stretched almost beyond endurance, clambering for purchase on the rim. My feet dangled in the air seeking a bottom that wasn’t there. As I clawed to the surface, using muscles I didn’t know existed, my mind went into overdrive.  Thoughts of headlines from the local paper passed through my mind, “A skeleton found in the spring, suspected to be that of the ole widow woman, was stripped clean by carnivorous animals and vermin.”


Thursday, March 12, 2020

CHAPTER 11 House Work & the Hummingbird

              Excerpt from my new manuscript, Wakes &Trails into the Wilderness
In the quiet, a hummingbird appeared, it hovered at my eye level and hung there, suspended, thrumming its tiny wings. The iridescent feathers on this creature were dazzling in the late afternoon sunshine. He was there so long; I started to think he was going to poke me in the eye. Then, the tiny bird buzzed down to my feet. It seemed captivated by my old purple socks. Spellbound, I stared at him. This wonderful little bird slowly inserted his tiny long beak into the weave of my sock and with his minuet tongue, licked my ankle.

Friday, February 28, 2020

CHAPTER 10 Logging the forest

My deeply rooted desire to share Canada’s wonders with my family and future generations of nature lovers, who would want to experience an untouched wilderness was worth a fight. Taking on the biggest forestry company in the world and the Government of British Columbia seemed insurmountable. So I began the battle one step at a time.