The year was 1996 and I had powered up a second hand desk top computer and began my writing career at long last. Our sons were in high school. Daisy, our tricolored basset hound, sat in a sunbeam waiting for me stop poking around on this keyboard.
After hours, I closed the file for the day and Daisy and I went for a walk on the path beside Last Mountain Lake, Saskatchewan, Canada. Later in the evening, I returned to work on the file, but it was gone, disappeared.
I cried. When my husband came in to comfort me, I said, “I either have to leave you, or get a job.” He suggested I go back to University and obtain my English degree. And that was what I did. In 1999…
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