I’m Susan and I live in the Okanagan Valley in the interior of British Columbia, Canada. I work as both a laboratory assistant and a licensed practical nurse.
I’m the oldest girl of four so I’m really good at getting on people’s nerves because bugging my siblings was one of my hobbies. I used to lisp but that retholved itthelf by the time I graduated from high thool.
I grew up in a small mountain town on the shores of glacier-fed Kootenay Lake in the West Kootenay region of British Columbia. One of my fondest memories is of Baker Street on Halloween night. I’m a teenager running with a roll of toilet paper, and plastic vampire fangs when I get whacked in the back of the head with a rotten tomato. Sigh. Kids just don’t have that kind of fun anymore.
I got married and had two really sweet little boys. A whole bunch of stuff happened in the twenty years I was married, most of it good, but my life turned inside out in 2000 when my youngest son, Nicholas, died of leukemia at the age of twelve.
I began to write so I could sort out what I was feeling, and to save my own life, because I wasn’t sure I would live when it hurt so much to breathe. The writing eased my mind, and I haven’t stopped. This blog is all about my Journal.
I’m going to share the really tough stuff, sprinkled with what makes me tick. In doing that, I’m going to connect with you where you hurt and maybe we can heal together.
I’ve been told that to share a sorrow is to halve the burden, and some days my heart just aches – so here goes…