Bestselling author Sharon Kreider, a former mental health therapist turned writer, weaves the emotional and psychological fabric of the human condition into her writing and prose to help shed light on many relevant issues facing society today –its conflicts, its tragedies, and windows of hope.
Born and raised in a small northern Canadian town, she left home at an early age to travel the world, and eventually settled in Colorado where she penned her first book, Sylvie: a women’s fiction novel examining a family’s love for one another, acceptance, and letting go. The siren call of the Pacific Northwest lured her to a new writing home on several acres of wild, natural land to live a quieter life with her husband.
Sharon’s second book, Wandering … a long way past the past, is a remarkable travel memoir; an exceptional account of courage, love, overcoming adversity, and forgiveness, spanning her three-year solo adventure from Canada to Asia in the late 1970s.
Her latest book, Silver Tip, is a collection of thought-provoking poems capturing the celebration of being alive, the tenderness of love, and the beauty of the natural world. She is currently working on her second women’s fiction novel.
When Sharon is not writing, you can find her hiking the hills or kayaking the lake near her home in summer, cross-country skiing in winter, and as a long-time yoga instructor, teaching a yoga class from time to time.
I used to pride myself on my ability to do many things at once. When I was younger, I tried to do them quickly. Brush my teeth and pee at the same time. Answer the phone while typing an email. Do the laundry, make my grocery list, and tell my kids they’ll be late for school. At work, I could
Many people have a passion for fishing. My stepfather was one of them. French Canadian, his English was rough but serviceable. I’d hear him whistling as he gathered his gear—poles, bucket, lures, bait, his baseball cap, and fishing vest. Oh yes, and a flask of his favorite whiskey. Happy for a day out on the canoe, skiff, or small motorboat.
There’s a shrub in my backyard that produced prolific blossoms this year. I counted eighty. At one point, the bush was so full of pink blossoms that it started to bow. I wondered if I needed to put a stake in the ground and tie some of the branches. But when I touched the shrub, the older flowers, the ones
