Origin of Wild Words

 I have blogged on and off for several years. I have been encouraged by a friend to start again as my stories are short and interesting, mostly memoir pieces. I also write longer memoir essays, encouraged by a famous New Zealand writer named Fiona Kidman.

The magazine I write for is now moving to bi-monthly publication, hence many of my stories are just sitting in my computer unread. They only take positive stories so some I have written or wish to write become part of my current writing file left to wait until I find somewhere that will accept them. I am hoping to write more of these stories on controversial topics or difficult topics and post them here. 

Hopefully others may be challenged to write on these awkward topics or discuss them here by commenting.  

Also, as an avid reader of many genres I will post reviews of books I have read which may interest others. 


A little more about me; I love my garden, walking my dog, and cooking. I attempt art journaling but am not very good at it. Meeting friends in cafes for a hot chocolate and a nice treat always makes my day. I have worked as a dairy farmer, librarian, archivist, proof reader, and disability researcher.       

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