Born in western Pennsylvania, raised in the 60s in the sarcasm belt of north-central New Jersey (yes, you can take the boy out of Jersey but you can not take the Jersey out of the boy), graduated from the University of Delaware with a degree in Education, I moved to San Francisco in 1977 (partly to see what it might be like to live someplace where the people wore flowers in their hair - someplace very different from what I had so far been accustomed to). After surviving significant initial culture shock, I spent most of the next two decades in various parts of the pacific northwest, and loved it. But in order to be closer to family, I then moved back east to the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains where I was employed as a Respiratory Therapist in a children's hospital until I retired. I am now thankfully living on the Oregon coast.
As a Respiratory Therapist, I had over thirty years of fascinating Health Care experience ranging from resuscitation of extremely premature babies to rehabilitation of older folks with chronic lung disease. The tales I tell may seem tall, but they are all true. Here you will find life, death, altruism, tragedy, and miracles. At times, I criticize perceived wrongs, but also embrace forgiveness.
Much more history than fiction, this is a factually accurate tale of Scotland and of her strange, northernmost region: Caledonia. But it is told from the perspective of one of the Wee Folk. So it reveals connections that have eluded or been ignored by many human historians. Here are the dramas and tragedies that have soured Scottish history. But here also is chivalry and hope to inspire us all.