I have always been a storyteller. My Grade Four teacher predicted that I would write for community newspapers and magazines. At 12 I was the editor of our school newspaper. I love writing. I have used my talent as a writer to advocate for marginalized people and for social justice issues at a systemic level, and my leadership skills to guide and advance the agency I founded in 1995, Island J.A.D.E. Society (Justice*Advocacy*Dignity*Empowerment*)
After 20 years of answering that calling, I moved on to prove my teacher right, and started reporting for a regional newspaper. I loved it. I was popular with our readers. Then, after 70 years in the community, the competing newspaper bought us and closed us with two days’ notice.
Typical. (I am not being sarcastic).
My life has been a scene from the candy factory on I Love Lucy, a barefoot walk in the dog park, any title from Erma Bombeck, a tear-jerking chic flick, a blooper reel, and a string of free play winning lottery tickets. Sometimes I think my sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others. But then again if the world didn’t suck, we’d fall off.
But I have a beautiful family, dogs and humans included (and in that order) and I have had many blessings in my life.
So I am going to write about it all. And you cannot make this shit up.