As far back as boo king can remember she wrote – in secret diaries kept locked with magic fake-gold keys, plays for the neighborhood kids to act-out against their will, poetry filled with teenage angst scrawled on the backs of album covers, poetry in leather-bound books hidden in private drawers, letters to God in spiral-bound notebooks, funny poems for kids and their parents, tragic folk songs to go with her equally tragic guitar playing, a blog called Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter and three novels, with Summer in a Red Mustang with Cookies her first published work. She has spent the last twenty odd years working in Advertising as a Copywriter in Toronto and as a Producer on the West Coast, where she resides with her family, two dogs and her Daion guitar.
Daion guitar,, nice,, only have a Strat, and a Martin d-41