Born and raised in the wide, windswept prairies of Saskatchewan, I’ve been shaped by the rhythms of this province my entire life. The open skies, the quiet beauty of small-town life, and the warmth of community have been my constant companions. Alongside my husband and our two now-grown children, we’ve wandered through many corners of this province, from bustling towns to quiet rural hamlets, each place leaving its mark on our hearts. Eventually, we found our home in a charming small town in Saskatchewan’s southwest—a place where the pace is slow, the people are kind, and the sense of belonging runs deep.
For years, I’ve had the privilege of serving our community in ways that feel meaningful to me. By day, I drive a school bus, ferrying children to and from school with their bright smiles and endless chatter filling the air. It’s a role that keeps me grounded, reminding me daily of the trust parents place in me and the small but vital role I play in their lives. When the driving is done, I work as a custodian, ensuring our local school is a clean, welcoming space for learning and growth. These jobs, though humble, have taught me the value of showing up for others, of being a steady presence in the fabric of our town.
The idea for Bookworm Delights didn’t come as a grand epiphany or a lightning-bolt moment. It grew slowly, almost shyly, from this lifelong love of books and a quiet desire to share that joy with others. I’d always dreamed of a way to bring stories to people, to create a space where the magic of reading could spark connection and wonder. When I first stumbled upon the opportunity to start Bookworm Delights, it felt less like a business venture and more like a calling—a chance to weave my passion into something that could serve my community and beyond.
I’ll admit, the thought of starting something new was daunting. I’m no entrepreneur by trade; I’m just a small-town woman who loves books and believes in the power of stories. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized this wasn’t about building a business for the sake of profit. It was about creating something meaningful, something that could bring a little light to someone’s day, whether through a carefully chosen book, a shared moment of discovery, or the simple comfort of a good story. With the support of my family and the encouragement of our tight-knit community, I took a leap—not a fearless one, but one filled with hope and a quiet trust that this was the right path.
Bookworm Delights is still in its early days, and I’m learning as I go. There are moments of doubt, of wondering if I’m doing enough or if I’m doing it right. But every time I see someone’s face light up when they find the perfect bundle, or hear a parent talk about their child’s newfound love for something adventurous, I’m reminded why this matters. This isn’t just a business; it’s a labor of love, a way to give back to the community that’s given me so much, and a chance to share the gift of stories with others.
Looking ahead, I don’t have grand ambitions of fame or fortune. My hope is simpler: to keep nurturing Bookworm Delights as a small, heartfelt endeavor that brings people together through the power of bundles. I see myself doing this for years to come, not because it’s easy or glamorous, but because it feels like a true extension of who I am—a reader, a neighbor, a member of this community. I’m endlessly grateful for the chance to live in a place that feels like home, to do work that keeps me close to its heart, and to share my love of reading with others in a way that, I hope, makes a small difference.
Thank you for being part of this journey. Whether you’re a fellow bookworm, a neighbor, or someone just passing through, I’m honored to share this story with you—and maybe, just maybe, to help you find your next great bundle.