Saved by LOVE

"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