My parents have always loved books and encouraged me to read what I could. Gradually my reading improved. Studying was never easy but I persevered.
It was whilst I was at the University College of Ripon & York St. John that I first wrote what I would describe as my first meaningful poem following the diagnosis of a malignant melanoma just a few weeks after becoming a Christian. I graduated in 1989 and worked as an Occupational Therapist for almost 20 years. My writing during this time was intermittent often prompted by challenges and experiences. Encouraged by friends I self-printed two small poetry collections in the 1990’s.
I met my husband in 2003. Mike has always supported my love of writing – we were both delighted when I won an international poetry competition in 2006. In 2008 I self-printed a further poetry collection – the dream of having an ISBN has been lingering in the back of mind ever since. It had been my hope that Mike and I would have had a family but as this proved not to be possible I retired from healthcare and widened my employment experiences to include several part-time jobs – my favourite by far was that of Kennel Maid.
Since August 2018 I have been enjoying the freedom of the absence of salaried work and have been able to explore more writing avenues. I have become much more prolific creating poems almost daily. I have also become somewhat of a bookworm. My reading and writing are helped along with technology – oh how I love Google, software that identifies mistakes, and my Kindle which I often listen to or read along with.
In the Palm of His Hand brings both earlier writing and more recent writing together. I am currently working on another collection which includes more Christian poetry alongside anecdotal verse.
I am an early riser. I enjoy sketching, painting, sewing, and other crafts, or being in the garden or greenhouse. I am involved in several church activities, and recently joined my local U3A group.
Mike and I share our North Lincolnshire home with a loving Staffordshire Bull Terrier, Dottie (her name was chosen due to its meaning of ‘gift of God’). A walk with Dottie in the nearby woods is a lovely part of the day.