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Excerpt from the book: "I closed my eyes for a minute and when I opened them I was floating at the top of the ceiling. I was floating with my Mom. We held hands and looked down at her body on the bed. She was still, her eyes had no life. The tube from the respirator was still taped to her mouth. I saw Gale slip mom's wedding ring off her finger and put it on her hand. I saw them both kiss her and whisper their goodbyes. "Oh Mom." I whispered, "we're dead." I was with Mom. I must be dead. I died standing in the doorway. I looked down but I was still standing and rubbing my arms. Mom was dead on…mehr

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Excerpt from the book: "I closed my eyes for a minute and when I opened them I was floating at the top of the ceiling. I was floating with my Mom. We held hands and looked down at her body on the bed. She was still, her eyes had no life. The tube from the respirator was still taped to her mouth. I saw Gale slip mom's wedding ring off her finger and put it on her hand. I saw them both kiss her and whisper their goodbyes. "Oh Mom." I whispered, "we're dead." I was with Mom. I must be dead. I died standing in the doorway. I looked down but I was still standing and rubbing my arms. Mom was dead on the hospital bed. Gale was on one side, Vendla on the other. I looked to the hand I was holding but I did not see Mom's hand. My fingers slid through the air and I felt myself thud back into my body that was still clinging to the door frame for strength. I whispered goodbye from the door. I turned and rushed into the hall. I found the nearest chair in the hall to collapse into. This is the story of the trials and tribulations, the joys and sorrows. the drugs, alcohol and abuse of growing up in Vancouver, BC in the 50s and 60s in a dysfunctional family: Father and mother alcoholics and the father a con man and a carny, but still a caring Dad who somehow made it work and kept the family together and surviving. The narrative is peppered with history and landmarks. A fresh and invigorating read that brings both smiles and tears to the reader. Emotional, evocative, raw yet quite lovely indeed.
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Gwynne has been writing all her life. A poet, a playwright, a novelist, she has written, directed and produced over thirty of her own plays. She wrote four books, hundreds of poems, radio plays and monlogues. Social injustice is the theme of her work and her life and she has taken a lot of her work to the stage doing performance art for over thirty years. A long-time advocate for giving people a voice she has mentored and taught children, teens, people with brain injuries, and aspiring writers. Working with non-profits, Gwynne has raised thousands of dollars to help end violence against women and girls producing Even Ensler's The Vagina Monologues and supported women in crisis through healing workshops. Giving voice to those without a voice has been her life's work and this latest book Through My Lens gives voice to the past, to her parents-her mother, father and stepfather.