Poochie’s Changing Daze
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The second shot ricochet off the barrels on the beach. It hit me smack dab, just above my nose, between the middle of my eyes, on my forehead. I fell to the ground in shock. It stung like crazy and I didn't know what had hit me. Then I remembered the sound of the gun shot and I realized it had to have been my brother Brian's gun. I put my hand up to my forehead to check for blood or bits of brain matter that must be sticking out. There wasn't any. I thought I must be dead or dying. But no, I seemed OK, I could still see and I could still move and there was no blood. I got up shaking and weak at the knees, I looked for Brian on the beach.
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About the Book
Beverly has been called Poochie by her family that her father occasionally forgets her real name. She grew up in Nairn Centre, Ontario, a small community where everyone knew almost everything going on in everyone else’s household. Even so, she still managed to have secrets. In this memoir, she tells the story of her youth, from her childhood through her teenage years.
She shares her wealth of exciting and embarrassing moments from her life as a child, trying to learn how to be herself in a constantly changing world. She was a child obsessively dependent on her mother, to the point of having suicidal thoughts when she believes she has lost her mother’s respect.
With an open and honest mind, Poochie shares each childhood turmoil as it gets conquered and turned into a stepping stone for the next adventure in Poochie’s Changing Daze—a story of the love and strength that a family gets from having each other.
About the Author
Beverly Ann Marcoux Johnston is married to Scott Allan Johnston. They and their family live on a heritage farm property on the Niagara Escarpment in Burlington, Ontario, Canada. Bev does volunteer work for PERL (Protect the Escarpment Rural Land) and HELP (Help the Elder Life Program) at Joseph Brant Memorial Hospital.