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Chapter 4 Foundations Morning light filtered through the blinds, striping the rumpled sheets in gold. I woke slowly, my body heavy with the deep, untroubled sleep that comes after a night spent exactly where you're meant to be. Andrew was still beside me, his breathing even and deep, one arm flung across my chest as if even in sleep he needed to keep me close. I lay there for a long moment, watching the way the light caught the silver in his hair, the faint lines around his eyes that

The rain stopped sometime in the night. I knew this before I even opened my eyes — by the quality of silence that settled over the house. No soft percussion against the windows. No gurgle of water in the gutters. Just the clean, hollow quiet that follows a storm's passing. Andrew was already up when I came downstairs. He stood at the kitchen window, mug in hand, watching the light do something unusual over the Strait. "Look at that," he said without turning. I joined him. The sky

As I was writing this, I did some research on what life would have been like on Vancouver Island -- I def did not hit how rough it would have been for virtually everyone during this time period. But as I kept researching, I thought about what gay men would have gone through during this time period -- and it was eye opening! I could not imagine how any LGBTQ person could have survived; even a man that had feminine features I'm sure would not have had it easy. I think the worst of it is that a lot of the laws on the books were only repealed in the mid 20th century. And when we look around the world today, we seem to be transgressing.

You are welcome, Jan. I'm glad that you enjoyed reading Journey Home. All the best!

I began reading in earnest the morning after I brought the diary home — not in the library's hushed silence, but at our kitchen table with steam from my Earl Grey curling between me and this man’s words. Rain fell softly against the window, the same rain that had fallen on this peninsula for a century. Normally, Andrew and I take these morning hikes together when I’m not at the library. We've walked the bluffs for years — rain or shine, our boots finding the same familiar paths, tracing the

Aaaah, yes, they are the ideal couple. Love at first sight! Who said it doesn't happen??? 🤗

Thank you so much!

Right! I'm hoping my partner and I are like that 15-years from now. 💕🤞

I thought about that... depending on the type of book, I have a tendency to start anywhere but the first page so I struggled with this because I'm kind of an oddball in that way especially when it comes to non-fiction and history books (my latest passion). At the same time, I tried to put myself in Williams shoes -- if I were in a library putting things away and I found something, what would I do? Would I start at the first page or would I just open the book to a random page and see what it's all about? Glad you are enjoying it so far!

Thank you -- yeah, it's been a while! Life is fun when you make it fun. 🙂

When architect William discovers a forgotten diary in the Seacliff Library, he uncovers the silent story of a mill worker who vanished from history. As William retraces the mill workers footsteps through history he slowly pieces together a life defined by quiet sacrifice and unspoken devotion. But the diary holds more than dates and names, it carries the weight of a truth too dangerous to speak. Who was ths man, really? And why did he hide his words for ninety years, only to leave them where they might be found? The Diary is a haunting mystery about legacy, love, and the stories we bury to survive.

Life in a small town isn't all that it's cracked up to be. While we can get most of what we need locally — a decent grocer, a hardware store that knows your name, a café where the barista remembers how you take your tea — occasionally Andrew and I do need to head into Vancouver to get a few things. Specialty items. Books that aren't bestsellers. A particular brand of olive oil he likes for roasting vegetables. We're not exactly on the beaten trail where Amazon will swing by with overnight delive

An amazing song by Yung Kai called Blue. His real name is Max Aloyious Zhang and he was born in Vancouver, BC Canada and only recently came out (or so, I've read -- regardless, I really enjoy his music especially this sone).

Second song from the same story. Words are mine, but the music is by Suno.

It's been a while since I've posted/written anything... here is a song that I wrote for an upcoming story that I'll start posting very soon called The Diary. Hope you enjoy it! Words are mine, but the music is by Suno.