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Book Dedication

dedication page Nan & I at her 90th birthday I've often wondered who the people are that authors' dedicate their books to, what their relationship is and why they chose them. What a huge decision. But I knew very early on that I would dedicate Shiny Bits In Between to my grandmother (Nan) and Sheila, her eldest daughter. Both women have been muses for me, and many of my artistic endeavors are rooted in their persons. I couldn't have written this book without either of these extraordinary women. *** It was the early 1930's when my curious and fearless grandmother found an advertisement in the newspaper about a job in Brasil. It sounded like an adventure, so she applied and got the job. She boarded a boat in London and crossed the seas to Brasil where she met my grandfather. Nan had children late for the era. She was over forty when she had my uncle, her last child. She had adventures to enjoy, after all. Ethel Kenning (Nan) Nan and She...

Podcast: Authors Over 50

Honored to be featured on Julia Daily's podcast this month: Authors Over 50. Check out the link to hear about my author's journey and an excerpt from my new book, Syllables of the Briny World (April 2024). Listen here and please consider subscribing to the podcast for more authors' stories: Syllables of the Briny World 💫SHOUTOUTS💫 Bolivar Peninsula, Texas Gulf Coast, Grackle and Grackle, Inprint, Writespace, Balance of Seven Press, Tiki Man, Sea View Hotel

BIG NEWS!

Guess What?! Is this entry book-related? Yes, sort of. But most importantly, it's a life-changing moment for me. I've finally achieved a decades-long dream of moving back to the UK! Those of you who follow me on social media will have seen posts about my new adventures in bonnie Scotland where we recently bought an historic 1832 stone schoolhouse. It's on the edge of the Cairngorms in a remote part of the highlands, and I sit outside my house each day staring at the braes in awe of their stunning beauty. This is the place my family are from. My grandfather was an Anderson and had that soft Scots burr that I find so beautiful. Mum went to boarding school here while her parents worked in Brasil, and she still has a visceral love of Scotland (bagpipes make her cry). She always shared stories of her life which I believe imprinted that love of Scotland onto me over the years. When I spent time here two summers ago, I was walking along Rosemarkie beach and turned a corner to a s...

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