Free spirit. Born in the Selkirk Mountains. Roamed for first three years with bears, moose and deer. Mother’s constant warning, “When you’re out playing watch out for the Grizzly bears.” Gradually Megan integrated into a world void of wildlife. At an early age she began to store her feelings in poetry and stories in a box under her bed.
Along the way she dabbled in theatre, got a degree in Social Work, worked in Alberta with abused women on the Blood reserve and tried to make a difference. She woke up recently and was shocked she was entering her 7th decade. The boxes under her bed had multiplied. Some of it had found its way to anthologies, magazines, and the stage but the boxes were full of half a century of a life filled with stories yet to be told.
During her teenage years, Megan often spent time alone at English Bay in Vancouver, sitting on her 'writing rock' with pen and paper in hand. As a young adult in the 1960s, she read her poetry at coffee houses such as The Bunkhouse and Sequel alongside other visiting artists like Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee, Jose Feliciano, and David Whiffen. These gatherings provided a respite for those seeking relief from the Vietnam War. Megan has been writing since she was seven years old.