Bio and a bit of my thoughts…

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 This time of year, April, always brings back memories of growing up on the farm. The air had that special quality to it that a sunny spring day provides—soft breezes carrying the scent of budding trees and damp earth. Everywhere around me was beige…beige grass, beige, bare tree limbs—but when I looked up, there was that big blue bowl of Alberta sky. With no one to play with, I had to entertain myself. So, in the shade behind the house, I made mud pies and held tea parties for my dolls and our black and white dog....