"Sitting at my desk in Collingwood, watching the birds and blooms dance in the labyrinth, the long braids are long gone now, and my short hair is greying. I am a grandmother, a partner, a sister, a friend, a lover, a writer, a gardener, a walker, a reader, a mother. I look in the mirror and see my mother's dark brown eyes, surrounded by lifelines, looking out at me." - Excerpt from Saved by Love: An incomplete memoir
