Please Welcome Ryshia Kennie

Change seems to herald all the great and small moments in our life. I was thinking about change today as I drove down the icy road with blizzard like conditions slowly developing. It was minus 15 today, the temperature dropped suddenly from two weeks ago when a light fall jacket with a sweater had been enough for an evening walk. Now, winter coat, gloves and boots don’t feel like enough. Change.

When I was a kid I loved the snow. It meant forts and snowmen and visits to Grandma in the valley where we tobogganed down hills, built forts in lonely gullies and snow angels on her front lawn. Now snow means driving on slick roads and shoveling driveways and looking forward to a winter escape to somewhere warm. Change.


Major change can be so subtle and then the world turns upside down leaving us fighting to adapt. The dirty thirties began like that. The crops were seeded and one day the clouds began to roll in, hot and dusty. After that day they continued to arrive, day after day, year after year and all anyone could do was pray for rain.

Or sometimes change grabs you by the ankle and straight down the basement stairs where the darkness whispers that something must change and your pounding head can only scream no. But you never win because change is like that. Inevitable, unstoppable, Tylenol 2, 3, 4, or 5 won’t touch it. Change will win.

Every story begins with change, some of it eases us gently into the story and others are in your face, grab you by the collar and haul you into the story. That’s the kind of story I like. I’m not a subtle kind of girl.

“He died with liquor on his breath and poison in his soul” and suddenly Eva Edwards is free. Change.

But not for long because Tate Prescott Brown has had a bout of good luck, an inheritance, and he's just jumped into his shiny new coupe and begun the long trip from Toronto to claim his farm, Eva’s farm. Change.

1t’s 1935 Saskatchewan and in my book “From the Dust”, she’s poor, he’s rich, classic except for the dust storm that seals them off from the outside world for tense hours, except for the farm they both claim as theirs, except for the child who claims each of them as hers, except for the community that surrounds them and pushes them toward romance. To find happiness Tate must make a choice and Eva must change.

How has change affected your life recently?

Ryshia
http://www.ryshiakennie.com/