Leslie Johnson grew up in the shadow of Chief Mountain near the Alberta / Montana border. She loves to read, spending countless hours inside a good book. Many nights, her mother would find her under her covers with a flashlight reading her latest library find, long after she was supposed to be asleep. She still lives in windy southern Alberta where she moderates a writing group. If she’s not writing, reading, or gardening, she’s working on a jigsaw puzzle, playing with her cat, Milo or taking a walk in one of the many parks in the area.
Leslie Johnson grew up in the shadow of Chief Mountain near the Alberta / Montana border. She loves to read, spending countless hours inside a good book. Many nights, her mother would find her under her covers with a flashlight reading her latest library find, long after she was supposed to be asleep. She still lives in windy southern Alberta where she moderates a writing group. If she’s not writing, reading, or gardening, she’s working on a...
After the devastating loss of her daughter in a car accident, grief consumes Joan Bradshaw. Her home becomes a hollow shell of what it once was as family and friends drift away, leaving her alone in the darkness. Just as she begins to claw her way toward recovery, tragedy strikes again—her middle son, Caleb, commits two murders before taking his...
Devastated upon learning of her daughter’s murder, Barbara O’Shea rushes to her ex-husband’s home to share her grief and plan the funeral. Besides the grief of losing her daughter so young, she also grapples with the sorrow of never being able to reconnect with her. Barbara had abandoned her family when Andrea was only three years old. There had...
It began with love letters. Words of introduction and appreciation. An opening of his heart to mine and mine to his.
I carried a few of his letters in my purse and when I felt lonely for his presence, I pulled them out and read them. When I was done, I’d close my eyes and inhale deeply, remembering our times together and reliving those experiences he wrote about. It brought him back; it brought his love back. It brought our promises together into a mosaic that became tomorrow.
