The author lives in British Columbia. She is of mixed European, Indigenous heritage. Her colourful work history includes a stint as an outreach worker, a carpenter’s helper, a terrible short order cook, an okay waiter and a bartender who understood that a dry martini meant just a few drops of vermouth, or none. She taught first aid for a while, worked in dozens of offices and on a few factory floors, including a packaging facility for plastic wrap. That job ended when she stuck her hand in a pot of hot glue near the end of her third shift. She’s quick to point out it was the middle of the night. Fortunately, she already had the first aid training and the promise of another, less treacherous job. She took time out to get a degrees and while doing that, became a bookseller, which reminded her that she'd always wanted to write. Ah, the circuitous paths we take.

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