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  • Shirley Hay

    Writer

    I write about survival and strength and slippery truths.

    I write about the hard ways to love, and the easy ones.

    I write to cage the shadows.

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    My Path to Writing

    I love the dirt. Not the kind that gets inside my house, accumulating on the piano or dresser or baseboard. No, I love the other kind of dirt - the stuff that can get between your toes on a summer walk down a prairie road. The kind that accumulates in piles on the edges of fields or outside corners of houses - a cool, smooth thing that can be scooped up and then fall down slowly, snaking between fingers, and bringing quiet.

     

    I can't explain it exactly. Perhaps it's that undeniable connection with nature that humans have deep in their DNA, or perhaps it's simply the need to play with texture - like a child with playdough. Perhaps.

     

    Or maybe it's memory.

     

    When I was a child, there was a dirt road just a five minute walk up the highway from our little plot of land on the Manitoba prairie. I walked that road a lot in the summers, stopping and starting and stopping again to touch the dirt, or watch the rabbits, or look up into the clouds. I was usually alone, and almost always barefoot. I'd stop when I reached the little hill that overlooked the creek, and then I'd sit and listen to the water in the culvert, or watch it wash over the whiteness of the rocks. The hill was man-made, an artificial build-up of land that protected farmers' fields from the possibility of flooding, but I didn't care. To me, it was solitude and safety and stillness. It was a place where my mind could find quiet, and then speak.

     

    I wrote a lot as I sat in that spot. I don't recall what I wrote about or if I ever showed my writing to anyone. Sometimes I'd have a paper and pencil in hand, but sometimes the stories would simply flow through my mind as I sat in the prairie wind, powdered earth between my bare toes and water echoing below. So many stories were forgotten before I got back home to broken pencil leads and scraps of loose leaf, but then I'd make up a new one. There was always a new one.

     

    There were things that were hard in that place where I grew up. Things that bite at my soul when I spend too much time remembering. So, I don't look around when my mind travels to that hill. I don't glance across the fields or down the highway where the other stuff lives. Instead, I stare at the tiny patch of earth around me. It's on my feet and under my nails. It's warm on my fingertips from the July sun, and it sits in the tangles of my hair because there are no trees to stop the wind from dancing with the long strands of auburn. I feel the prickles of grass beneath me and listen to the music of moving water, and that's when I let people I've never met tell me their stories. That's when I'm free.

     

    There are more places like that now - hiking paths and corners of forests and still waters. Quiet places to stop and listen. I'm thankful my mind is able to travel there when my body cannot.

     

    I hope you enjoy the samples of my writing on this website - poetry and short stories that I have written over the years. Or check out the Book Corner, a place where I share some thoughts and recommendations on books that I've recently read. Comments on any of the books listed or your own recommendations on books are welcome!

     

    I have also recently completed my first full-length novel, Fault Lines, which I hope to share with the world soon.

     

  • About

    Shirley Hay is an aspiring author with a background in family support and child development. She holds an Hons. BA in Psychology, has taught English as a second language in Taiwan, and has worked with families and children in educational settings, as well as the child welfare system. She believes stories have an unlimited capacity to shape us as individuals and as a society, if only to help us make sense of the world. Shirley is currently seeking a publication home for her first novel, Fault Lines.

     

    Shirley lives in Winnipeg, MB with her family and a very barky Norwegian Elkhound.