Victoria was born on a freshwater island, then crossed the prairies to live on a cattle ranch where the foothills meet the Rocky Mountains. The ranch was not far from another where she played as a child, the Bar U Ranch, now a National Historic Site.

The view you see in the distance? She woke to it each morning, in awe of its presence, drawing strength from its unwavering direction. A guiding compass, only a glimpse away.

She raised a child on the shores of the Atlantic, and there the sea gradually shaped her into what she is today. The ocean is forever in her blood. She belongs to the water, to the lifegiving force of the wind and the tide.

Her partner — a rare gem of a man — is the hero of her heart, her quiet muse, the very reason she found paradise in the Cariboo region of British Columbia.

In this quiet corner of the world, the sun finds her often, warming her gently, while hummingbirds flit nearby as she writes. When she opens the door, a symphony of sound greets her. Birds happily join her on each walk, the earth offering balance with every whispered step she takes in the forest.

Deer nibble the begonias without so much as a by-your-leave, and great pelicans pass through each year — like pterodactyls swooping through the trees, then vanish again, as if they were never there.

She’s an old soul who knows how fleeting time can be and treasures each and every day.

She cherishes you — her dear readers by the hearth, who embrace the world she’s mindfully woven into existence. Within the pages she brought to life, may you find comfort, and a place to savour the ebb and flow of all that life is.