About Me


On February 02, 2011 my world shattered when my son, Jason, was diagnosed with cancer. On August 30, 2011 he passed on out of my world.

Since those days I’ve learned to walk with grief, and I can write with grief at my shoulder.  Writing  happy endings for my characters even though they’ve had a great loss somehow gives me a happy ending too. The discovery grief and pleasure can coexist has opened up a world unimagined during my  my sons illness and what felt like a whole lifetime after he died.

Writing has given voice to one of my sons wish that I be happy. It’s a challenge to find a path to joy and to be happy and at the same time honour other his wish, that I write a book.

Beginning a daily habit of journal writing in 2013 helped to crack open an untapped vein of my imagination. I discovered the truth in the message – there is no way to Happiness, Happiness is the way. By opening up to the ways of happiness the writer in me emerged Just in time.

Finding Nine, by Suki Lang is a work of fiction – Its the story of John, a 16 year old who loses his mother to cancer. During the last year of her life she writes a series of eight letters for her son to read after her death. Designed as a treasure hunt, the letters take John to a place his mother left long ago, where he meets a family he knows little of. The object of the hunt seems to be to find a perfect spot to place his mother’s ashes. But John soon discovers the letters are his mother’s way of helping him move through his grief, and of letting him know she will always be by his side. The journey he takes is about finding hope in the love of two people who welcome him with open arms. And John’s arrival is a gift never expected but long hoped for by two of the people his mother did not forget. Through the natural order of things a son is given the opportunity to fulfill a mother’s last wish and to discover her many secrets yet untold.

Happy reading!


2 Responses to About Me

  1. tersiaburger says:

    Sometimes I think it is harder to lose a child when they are all grown up. My Vicky was 38 years old when she died. She was my best friend, my child, my baby, the mother of my grandsons. She was my life. I truly battle to come to terms with her death – for selfish reasons. I miss her so much. You are one brave mommy…I love the idea of the tree.

  2. Diane Tibert says:

    I think losing a child at any age is the worst ordeal anyone can endure. Nothing can compare. I am fortunately to have three healthy children, all with me. My mom lost my brother when he was seven weeks old, and she still grieves. That was 1962. I assume–if it is like me feeling the loss of my father–most days are good, but there are moments it is as fresh as it was the moment the heart stopped beating.

    Celebrating their life, and they will always be with you.

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