leeniedevinity

South of 60, I was born on a Friday-the-thirteenth, the youngest of four. I have mongrel-mostly-English roots, and my growing-up years were poor of money but rich in spirit. I married at nineteen for all the wrong reasons, divorced after twenty years, remarried, and I am the mother of two flawed, yet near-perfect children. I am a dyed-in-the-wool Canadian cloistered in a small English enclave in the largely French province of Québec. I am a jack-of-no-particular-trade with an honours degree in art history struggling to get by, while simultaneously working every available hour at my chosen craft, writing. I am fond of flower gardening, long walks, cemeteries, most types of music, wolves, snakes, cheese, French pastries, VSOP brandy, old art and dead civilizations, Shakespeare, biographies, and occasional lapses into vacuous vegetating. I dislike telephones, politics, egocentric know-it-alls, large social gatherings, long winters, red-green-or-yellow peppers regardless of their bite, hairless caterpillars ... and waiting.