Born and at times housed along the riverbanks of the great St. Lawrence river in Lachine, Montreal until settling into the quiet sanctuaries of foster homes on Prince Edward Island. The chimney red clay roads wound effortlessly throughout the countryside up and over the green
hills and through the spacious meadows filled with potato farms and struggling sheep ranchers. Wild blueberry patches and lavender flowers graced the green pastors with Spring time vitality and beauty that only a God could create and only a woman could appreciate and understand. Each river beckoned...more
