Thirty years ago, as a much younger wife and mother, I read a book by Jean Stubbs entitled By Our Beginnings. Long before I had finished, I identified so strongly with Dorcas Howarth (the heroine) that a little part of me actually became her. I thought of how wonderful it would be to be able to write in a manner that would draw the reader into a story so intimately. And I began to scribble bits of this and that when I had the time. That was the problem, though - in those days I didn't really have much time! I was busy with husband, four sons, church and volunteer work. The tapestry of my l more...
