Starry-eyed, understanding little English, I arrived in New York from the German speaking part of Switzerland on June 18, 1965. From England I travelled on a massive ocean liner, my home for the longest days of my young life. Surrounded by water; alone, all by myself, each moment of the voyage taking me farther away from the only home I knew, never knowing of Switzerland's admired beauty worldwide. For hours I gazed at the brilliant glittering sea, like dancing diamonds; endless time to wonder and doubt that dream of Coming to America . . . a life un-known. Fear a constant companion. I was 23.
I am a successful, award-winning hair designer. I grew up in a modest village, where even dreaming had its limits, in an old house, above my parents' salon. I write in my second language, in awe of the power of words: writing has become my life in my later years. Published in 6 Goose River Press Anthologies, 3 poetry books, as well as in Living Springs Publishing in 2019, Stories Through the Ages. My first poem in 2008, The Dog That Could Not Walk, won 1st Prize in Chicago (an international poetry contest).
"One does not choose the time to write . . . it chooses you." -- Trudy Wells-Meyer
I live in Scottsdale Arizona with my American-born husband of over 50 years. Our Golden Anniversary was celebrated in style on June 8, 2022. Eight is my life-long lucky number, now our significant number. Eight is in bold print throughout my memoir (there are many), Some Things Are Simply Meant to Be.