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ABOUT Gina Dawn;

Gina Dawn is a survivor, she has bounced back from a massive cerebral infarction {aka stroke} at age 17, defying the Neurologists prognosis that she most likely would not walk or talk clearly again,  and a type of cancer which is usually fatal in her late twenties and much more. Her rollercoaster ride of a life is expressed through her stories, funky poems and prose. She also does advocacy for persons with brain injuries, Vets, Seniors, and anyone who needs help receiving their human rights and needs . Forever finding new coping and management skills for memory improvement and the challenges the brain injured have need of.  Blogging, Book reviews are a favorite pastime for her,  as well as learning new words everyday.
I’m a Canadian mountain girl who wears Harley Davidson boots, with her jeans tucked inside. My daughter always says “Mum where is the flood? “and, “Mum untuck your jeans from those stupid boots, you look like a farm girl!” I said “Honey, I am a farm girl” lol
I grew up on a ranch in the Caribou mountains. Our little slice of heaven and Dad’s Hobby farm tax deduction, for his contracting company. We had seven natural springs there and everyone raved about Mom’s coffee, regardless of which brand she used!
I love to write poetry down by the river, with my dogs beside me, I’m a student of humanity, more recently I’m learning about online publishing. I also advocate for persons with brain and head injuries which I found rewarding. I love to learn new things and meet new people, it’s a great way to expand ones horizons. This Queen’s copyrighted poem of mine entitled I remember,
tells my whole story:

 

I REMEMBER ~

I remember cinnamon and nutmeg, thickening the air,

Flying saucers, made of Corning ware,

Scrawny screaming Mama’s, dashing here to there,

Bubbly consoling Auntie’s over dresssed with flare

Turbine building Daddy’s polished to a glare,

Wet backed horses, no one else would dare,

To mount to ride to chase down the bear,

On my quarter horse of grand confirmation,

I was ten feet tall and could not be taken!

No return, no surrender!

Gina Dawn

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