Gail Wylie
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Family therapist - always wanted to be a writer. Have published books on autism. Currently enjoying trying my hand at fiction. Loving the challenges of Vocal. Excited to have my first novel CONSEQUENCES available through Amazon.
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Like Two Ships Passing in the Night
We met at a conference in Copenhagen, two Viking women, one from Iceland, the other from Canada. We may not have even noticed each other, had I not come down with severe stomach pains. We didn’t spend much time together, but our meeting led to a major shift in the way that I was defining myself.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Confessions
Turbulence!
I glanced down at my two young sons seated on each side of me, reveling in their excitement. We were on our first family vacation, flying across the country to visit my husband’s family in Newfoundland. Our first stop had been in Toronto where we had spent the evening with his best friend from the past and his family. A wild trip to the airport during rush hour traffic had us hoping we wouldn’t miss the plane, but we had made it, with minutes to spare. And now we were flying again, this time from Toronto to Ottawa. Our itinerary was definitely providing us with a tour of our whole country.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Families
The Abduction
I heard the baby crying as soon as I stepped through the doorway of the plane. “Oh no,” I thought. “Just what I need. A fussy baby for the next eight hours.” My head was already pounding with the stress of having to get on a plane, as well as the lack of good night’s sleep, due to worrying about it. And now this. Some start to what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Fiction
Living on Empty
Ashley stood looking out the window at the snow falling, unconsciously tapping the sill with her fingernail. The urge was building again. The urge to flee this white world of winter and immerse herself into the magic of a tropical island. She knew she would be giving in to that urge. After all, she hadn’t been able to resist it each year since she became an adult. Her problem was that the previous trips had not satisfied the urge. Yes, there was so much to love: the lush green forests, the turquoise water, the brilliant sunsets. She felt completely at home with the easy going life-style of the islands, but there was always something missing. Something she couldn’t put her finger on. Something she knew that she needed to find.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Fiction
Consequences
The year was 2030. A slew of laboratory raised viruses had spread throughout the world, decimating the population. Billions had succumbed to the various illnesses, leaving the world in shambles. The world economy fell like dominos as fewer and fewer people were available to work. Businesses went bankrupt, airlines collapsed, the stock market crashed, banks shut their doors, hospitals closed down and the infrastructure of utilities and services crumbled. One by one world governments threw up their hands in surrender, leaving humanity to anarchy. Mass food production ground to a halt, leading to the starvation of millions. Gangs of youth, trained from early childhood on video games based on a ‘shoot first, think later’ reaction, roamed the streets of the cities in search of food, adding to the death count by killing anyone who stood in their way, including each other. Those who were able to survive, barricaded themselves in their homes or fled to the country, in an attempt to protect themselves. In time, the cities stood empty, a silent testament to how far humanity had once advanced, while small groups of citizens began to join together in the rural areas, supporting each other, as they dealt with the consequences of the death of the world they had known.
By Gail Wylie3 years ago in Fiction
Learning to Listen
In 1998 I had the opportunity to visit The King Center in Atlanta, Georgia with a friend and his mother. This friend had two special qualities. First of all, he was on the autism spectrum and second, he was fascinated with history. As we walked through the streets from the train station, he rewarded me with a continuous monologue of everything we were seeing from a historical perspective, including who all of the streets were named after and the roles these people played in Martin Luther King Jr.’s life. I was happy to listen in silence. It was a gift I will never forget.
By Gail Wylie4 years ago in Humans
Releasing the Warrior Within
In the early days, it seemed that I had rushed through life, without taking any time to grow up. Leaving university to get married. Having children and setting up our household. When I looked at my children or attended a meeting with their teachers at school I often thought, “what on earth am I doing here? I’m still a child.”
By Gail Wylie4 years ago in Confessions
