08/11/2026
When we were younger most adults asked “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
My answer was always the same “A writer”.
I had a little notebook that I carried around and wrote stories and poems in. When I was eight years old I crafted my first children’s story, The Magic Bean. I used glue, wallpaper and stickers to make a tiny, “published” book that I gave to my mom.
Believe it or not, I was a very quiet child. I would hide behind my parents when they had visitors, and I kept mostly to myself. It didn’t help that my older sister and brother would play games together and say, “Sorry this is two player game” and leave me out. So while they played, I sat nearby and I wrote in my notebook.
Well, I’m all grown up now and that knack for telling stories came in handy. Today I travel all over Canada telling my stories on stage in front of thousands.
My sister recently asked if she could come to one of my speaking events and I replied “Sorry, this is a one player game”
(Photo circa 1983)