Born in New York, and after having raised her family there, Gail Rae-Garwood changed her life by moving to a totally new environment in 2002. It was a good move.
Ms. Rae-Garwood's writing started out as a means to an end for a single parent with two children and a need for more income than her career as a NYC teacher afforded. Although the children are now grown women with lives of their own, she continues to write from a different kind of necessity: she can't stop.
While most of her work is non-fiction (how to, study guides, literary guides and medical narrative), she also writes fiction: Portal in Time is a time travel romance. While writing it, she discovered that fiction is harder to write than non-fiction. Her most recent book is a compilation of essays based upon interviews about Sort of Dark Places, which is also the title. Gail retired from both college teaching and acting - after a bit of soul searching about where her limited energy would be best spent - early in 2013.
Ms. Rae-Garwood writes most often about Chronic Kidney Disease. She has a three time award winning weekly blog about this topic at http://gailraegarwood.wordpress.com and maintains a Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/SlowItDownCKD. You can also find her on Twitter at https://twitter.com/SlowItDownCKD and on various Facebook CKD support groups, as well as on LinkedIn (under her name) and Instagram as SlowItDownCKD. Of course, there's always her web site at www.gail-raegarwood.com.
As of April 6, 2013, the writer formerly known as Gail Rae became Gail Rae-Garwood. That was the day she married her sweetheart, Bear. Life was good; it became even better.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone