Hit the Ground Running.

Start off with a bang. All the cliches for the New Year.

Sunset at Willows Beach, Victoria, British Columbia, early January 2023. (Author photo)

It’s not what I was expecting at all.

You know that feeling, when things are shifting around you, and you’re being pushed in a specific direction? Deep down it’s right—what you were meant to do. What you’ve always wanted. And it’s close, so close. But when you find yourself swept up in that momentum, the panic comes. You want to put on the brakes. Slow down.

That’s how I felt as I started writing this update. Excited, but scared. (Life’s thrown some curveballs since then, but nevertheless …)

Things are happening

2023 began with an acceptance … and then another one.

I’ll send links in a future post once the pieces have been published. Watch for my flash fiction, “Through the Looking Glass,” in Issue 3 (“After”) of For Page and Screen. It’s a short story about the day in March 2020 after the world shut down, based on my own experience.

Circular logo with pale pink background. Inside is a black outline film reel projector sitting on top of a stack of books.
For Page and Screen logo. (From magazine’s website)

If poetry—especially the visual variety—is your thing, check out Poetry As Promised. They hand-make each page of the magazine! Believe it or not, my poem “crown shyness” was written, submitted, and accepted on the same day. Can’t wait to see the visual magic they’ll do with it for the Valentine’s Month issue.

Portions of typed pages have been cut and pasted onto a brown background. There is a female pin-up cut out (upper half of body) on the top right corner.
Poetry as Promised hand-made page: submissions call for
Valentine’s Month issue. (From magazine’s website)

More surprises: I was asked by Rivanna Review to write another travel article for them, (forthcoming March 1, Issue 7). While last time I introduced readers to my hometown of Osoyoos, British Columbia, this time I explore my adult home, “Victoria: City of Gardens”—and the historical context around why we’re so obsessed with flowers, planting, and growing here.

Postcard: “Butchart’s Sunken Gardens, Victoria, B.C.”
(Saanich Archives 2018-030-103; used with permission)

Over on social media (Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram), I’m doing a #FrenchFriday feature. With Provenance Unknown coming out March 28, I’ve decided that between now and then I’ll post a photo every week from my own adventures in Paris. I’m already a few weeks in, but here’s the photo from my first instalment.

Woman in Paris, with Eiffel Tower in the background. She is wearing sunglasses and smiling.
Sonia Nicholson in Paris, late 2000s.

There’s more to come, too.

After asking in a couple of Facebook groups, I found two different people going to Paris this spring willing to take a copy of Provenance Unknown with them. (In March, pre-publication; and April.) They’ll get photos of it all over the city—think travelling gnome, but with a book. Can’t wait to see (and share!) the pics.

Provenance Unknown in a Victoria-area pub, December 2022.
(Author photo)

In the process of searching for a willing traveller, I made new friends, including a kindred spirit who not only ordered a copy of their own and followed links to my article in Inspirelle, but also sent me the nicest response I’ve ever received to my writing. (You know who you are.) If you’ve ever thought about reaching out to an author because their work resonated with you in some way, don’t hesitate. It means a lot—trust me.

And from now through March, I’ll be featured in a number of blog posts including the Association of Canadian Archivists “Archivist Authors” series, and Canadian author Alan Hudson’s South Branch Scribbler. Others are awaiting confirmation. Given how busy I am these days, I’ll likely be surprised (in a good way) when some of these come out.

I’ve received a lot of support on my publishing journey, so I’d love to find a small way to pay it forward. Are you an author with a new or new-ish Paris-related book? Or have you read a good one? Send your recommendations my way so I can share them on future blog posts and/or my social media channels. (Preferred genres: Contemporary Romance, Chick-Lit, Women’s Fiction, Memoir, Travel.)

As always, thanks for reading! Merci!

Graphic showing 15 ways to support an author. Source: https://thestoryreadingapeblog.com/2018/01/06/how-to-support-an-author/
Ways to support an author. (Graphic source: thestoryreadingapeblog.com)

Around the World, the City, the Year

Osoyoos Homecoming

Sunlight path through vineyards.
Osoyoos vineyards at sunset, August 2022 (Author photo).

Not gonna lie: I’m extra proud of my latest writing credit! My first piece of travel writing, an essay on my hometown of Osoyoos, British Columbia, is out now. In fact, it’s a feature in Issue 6 of Rivanna Review, a journal out of Charlottesville, Virginia. It’s a paid publication and the content isn’t online, so you’ll need to visit their website to buy a copy. I (and they) would appreciate it!

From their website:

Rivanna Review is a print quarterly and cable TV monthly in Charlottesville, Virginia, on the Rivanna River. The content is general interest—stories, features, and book reviews. The format is 8.5" x 11", black and white, stapled.

The single issue price is $8.00, and a one-year subscription is $32.00, within the United States. International prices are $12.00 and $48.00. Please send a check with your name and mailing address to: Rivanna Review, 807 Montrose Avenue, Charlottesville, VA 22902.

The television program they produce is a half hour of excerpts read aloud with illustrations. It is broadcast on the Charlottesville community channel, but episodes are also available on Vimeo. (Search for “Rivanna Review”.) Watch for an excerpt of my essay in the next episode!

Line drawing of attached buildings (row houses).
Rivanna Review logo.

Book Mail

Merry Christmas to me! This week, I received a package in the mail—and I had a pretty good idea of the contents. Believe it or not, I actually did not rip the parcel open right away … I was too nervous. (Watch the unboxing reel on my social media channels.)

Copies of Provenance Unknown under the Christmas tree. (Author photo)

It’s an indescribable feeling to hold a physical copy of my debut novel in my hands. The imposter syndrome is real, but I’m going to try my best to cherish this moment.

Next on my wish list? Having someone in Paris—or, someone from elsewhere who’s travelling to Paris—take photos of the book in various locations there. If you’re willing and able to make this happen, please reach out!

Hooray for Little Free Libraries!

If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you’ll already know how thrilled I am to have my Provenance Unknown postcards going into Little Free Library locations across Greater Victoria! A huge thanks to Dr. Teale Phelps Bonderoff (Greater Victoria Placemaking Network’s Pocket Places Project) for supporting local authors and delivering this promo swag all over the city.

They’re beautiful cards, if I do say so myself. Of course, it’s easy to make them look good when my publisher, Sands Press, provided such a lovely cover. And because part of the story takes place here, the little book boxes are a great fit for spreading the word.

I still have some cards available, so please reach out if you’d like one—or more to share. And let me know if you spot any “in the wild”! Bonus points for photos.

Year in Review

I’ve been writing off and on for most of my life, but started putting my work out there publicly only recently. A blitz of credits defined 2022, and that blows my mind! Of course, now I’m paranoid that I’ll never repeat this accomplishment to the same extent. (So. Much. Pressure. From myself, but still.)

Screenshot from Credits page listing 2022 published work.

If you missed any of my work this year, or just want to read it again, the links are on the Credits page of my website.

Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful holiday season!

The Christmas Cactus, The Poetry of Wine, and Other Seasonal Delights

Christmas cactus with single bloom. (Sonia Nicholson photo)

The Christmas Cactus

“There’s something wrong with this plant,” I say to no one in particular.

I know that already, though. I’m a cacti serial killer.

For whatever reason, my husband continues to buy them. I admire the faith he has in me. In my ability to nurture these delicate forms of life.

I do alright outdoors. Give me fruit trees: figs, Macintosh apples. The spindly peach tree I got for free off a local used site a few years ago; it’s doubled its yield annually. To be clear, I still don’t know what I’m doing. But at least I’m successful with these, even if I don’t always understand how or why.

Inside, my green thumb is effective with basic green houseplants. That’s it. Flowering? Nope. Cacti? Ha ha, I don’t think so. Sooner or later—usually sooner—they end up in the compost heap.

It’s where this Christmas cactus should be. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.

I assumed a long time ago it was dead. Now I poke around the base. The cactus isn’t even in proper soil. Lacking the wherewithal to buy more at the time, I quickly dug out a sad mix of gravel and dirt from around the deck posts outside.

So hard, it’s only a step below cement.

Maybe that’s why the leaves resemble my late grandmother’s hands. Dry. Wrinkled. Curled.


Except now one of them looks different. A pustule at the tip.

I’ve never seen that before.

There’s something wrong with this plant. Something happening.

I check it every day. Several times. Before and after work. Once in a while, I mist it. The boil grows. A second one forms. I’m intrigued.

Soon, a hint of pink. And then I know for sure.

This thing’s not dead.

Even before the flower appears, the cactus is the best part of my week. I tell family members about the miracle on my coffee table. They smile and nod.

Clearly they’ve underestimated the appropriate level of wonder.

I’ve had the Christmas cactus for years. Years! Written it off. Administered last rites. All that’s left is a proper burial.

Good thing I’ve been busy.

I study the bloom. A flash of colour. Dainty. Strong. A perfect little package.

If this isn’t a sign to never give up, I don’t know what is.

The Poetry of Wine

I love, love outside-the-box options to submit writing to! Kudos to Judd’s Hill family-run winery in Napa Valley for encouraging and supporting poets with a wine-themed poetry contest since 1999.

You’ll find my poem, “too much”, in the class of 2022. Read all of the wonderful entries on the Poetry page of their website. (Scroll to bottom)

Hopefully, I’ll be able to visit Judd’s Hill one day! 🍷

Judd’s Hill, Napa Valley (Screenshot from website)

Other Seasonal Delights

And by “Seasonal Delights”, I mean “updates”! I’m currently focusing on finishing my second novel, A YEAR OF SUMMER. I’m on Chapter 9, and aiming to have the first draft done by the time PROVENANCE UNKNOWN comes out at the end of March. It’s an arbitrary date—one book has nothing to do with the other—but it’s a date, and it gives me a deadline to work towards.

So, I’m not submitting as much poetry, flash fiction, creative non-fiction, etc. these days. BUT, I do have a travel article on Osoyoos, British Columbia (my hometown!) forthcoming in Rivanna Review. I’ll send out more information when it comes out.

Happy holidays!

The Day Before (a checklist)

They say writers should resist the urge to submit something immediately after writing it, and that’s usually true. Recently, however, I ignored this advice—and I’m glad I did, (this time).

Morning walk, Autumn. Sonia Nicholson photo.

I wrote “The Day Before (a checklist)” on, appropriately, the day before the first day of school. It was a busy day that even included a mini family reunion. Change—and BBQ!—was in the air. I started jotting down the various activities I had already done that day, adding more as they occurred. Everyday, ordinary things. But on that unofficial start of Autumn, poignant things. By the time we’d consumed the last piece of spice cake, packed everyone up, and gone home, this poem was the result.

Given its themes of home, presence, reflection, and the familiar, as well as its seasonal nature, I thought it might be a fit for Heimat Review’s inaugural, Autumn issue. Luckily, they agreed!

Screenshot from Heimat Review Twitter account
showing list of Issue 1 contributors, 7 October 2022.

This how they describe their publication:

Heimat means “home.” More than a house or city, heimat is the place of being, of presence and reflection. It is the moment in time when you are invited to ask “where am I” and “where should I be?”.

Heimat Review is an online journal that seeks to be a home for your prose and poetry. It is a journal of treehouses and chipped coffee mugs; creaky floors and dusty corners. A place to tape your work to the kitchen fridge.

We are interested in your reflections and nostalgia, your narratives of familiarity and strangeness, the things that draw you back to where you are – and where you hope to be.

It’s such an honour to be in Issue 1! I’m thrilled that “The Day Before (a checklist)” found a home in its pages. Read my work, and all the other wonderful pieces, on the Heimat Review website.

Family reunion group photograph (detail). P. Nicholson photo.

never you never

Person standing on a point at the shore. They appear as a silhouette. A beam of light appears behind them on the water.
Silhouette. Sonia Nicholson photo.

Visual poems are a challenge to publish online because it’s hard to maintain spacing. I’m sharing this one as an image, but the text is included below it, as well as in in the alt-text. Tip: try it in reverse order! As always, thanks for reading the words I put out into the universe. –Sonia

never you never between bricks and mortar 
show yourself
Yes-Man yes to everyone knocking hands elbows out
in demand 
stocks the best now

everyone wants a piece of 
the words the right words yeswhenofcourseillbethere 
give them your minutes and 
the whole
damn clock

keep up, now,
can you standup sleeping, love,
be the star burn -ing out inside the walls
with the rest
always never always

full stop.

beyond, remember,
another version one cresting over buildings brick and mortar 
unbuilt you outside open
of constellations
missing one piece 

for now

show yourself 


never say

Text (without spacing):

never you never between bricks and mortar show yourself
Yes-Man yes to everyone knocking hands elbows out
in demand business
stocks the best now

everyone wants a piece of
the words the right words
give them your minutes and
the whole
damn clock

keep up, now,
can you standup sleeping, love,
be the star burn -ing out inside the walls

with the rest
always never always

full stop.

beyond, remember,
another version one cresting over
buildings brick and mortar
unbuilt you outside open
of constellations
missing one piece

for now

show yourself


never say

Provenance Unknown – Available for Pre-Order!

Exciting news! (At least to me. Not only exciting, but a little terrifying too…)

Cover for Provenance Unknown. Image courtesy of Sands Press.

My debut novel, Provenance Unknown, is up on Goodreads and WorldCat, and available for pre-order on Barnes & Noble and Amazon (just in time for Prime Day). I’m assuming it will be coming soon to Coles/Chapters/Indigo as well — I’ll let you know when I know! And for any other book retailers, bulk orders are available directly through Sands Press.

The links to the above are also on my Linktree, which I’ve added to my Twitter and Instagram accounts as well as my author Facebook page. Please spread the word! I’d really appreciate it.

Screenshot of listing for Provenance Unknown on Amazon.

So, when can you expect your copy? The release date is March 28, 2023. If you’re in the Victoria (British Columbia) area, the book launch will be held at the Indigo store at Mayfair Shopping Centre — details to be announced!

Screenshot of Sonia Nicholson’s Linktree.

In the meantime, I’m nearly halfway through writing my second book. You can learn a little bit about A Year of Summer on the “Books” page of my website.

As always, thanks for your support. Happy Summer!

Edit: And Indigo, Chapters and Coles have joined the party! Provenance Unknown is also available for pre-order on their online store.

If you’re in the Victoria area, watch for a book launch event next Spring. 🎉

Screenshot for Provenance Unknown on Indigo.

some things maybe

Another publication announcement!

Cover of Pinhole Poetry’s Volume 1, Issue 2 cover, July 2022.
Courtesy of Pinhole Poetry.

The pieces in Pinhole Poetry’s Issue 2 are beautiful and poignant. I’m not sure how my little poem “some things maybe” got lucky enough to be included, but I’m grateful! It’s in excellent company. ☺️

Pinhole Poetry is a “digital poetry journal that loves the upside-down view and the fact that some art can only happen in the dark.” They “aim to be the pinprick of light for your work”, and publish poems and lensless photography on a quarterly schedule in April, July, October and January.

Banner from the Pinhole Poetry website.
Courtesy of Pinhole Poetry.

They will be featuring the various contributors to this issue on their Twitter and Instagram accounts throughout the month of July; contributors had the option of responding to questions, and some of these answers will be shared online. I did submit, so watch for those soon.

List of pieces and contributors, Pinhole Poetry Volume 1, Issue 2. C
ourtesy of Pinhole Poetry.

“some things maybe” is special to me, so I’m thrilled that it found the perfect home. The event that inspired it took place many years ago in Paris; I’ve been waiting for just the right time to write about it ever since!

Check out Pinhole Poetry online — they would appreciate the support.

Fifteen Minutes to Cavendish

Cavendish, Prince Edward Island, 4 June 2014. (Author photo)

I’m happy to share that Literary Heist has published my short story, “Fifteen Minutes to Cavendish”, in their Summer 2022 edition!

Screenshot from the Literary Heist home page,
showing content from the Summer 2022 edition.

The introductory blurb describes the premise as, “A relationship viewed through a discussion on real estate. We get so caught up in ‘What-Ifs,’ we lose sight of what’s right in front of us.”

Screenshot from Literary Heist of the
“Fifteen Minutes to Cavendish” short story.

Literary Heist is an Ottawa-based online literary and arts magazine that also publishes a yearly compilation into an electronic book. It is published by Ryan D Brinkhurst, a writer, web developer, and publisher. It relies heavily on submissions from “great writers and artists around the world to make it complete”; and “gives a voice to transformative writers.”

The Literary Heist Summer 2022 edition includes art, articles, short stories, and poetry. It’s wonderful to have my work included with all of this fabulous content. Have a read!

Memories of Paris by Seasons

How the City of Light is City of Life

Part of Inspirelle newsletter, 9 June 2022

Out today! My essay on Paris, in Paris-based magazine Inspirelle.

A Canadian author writes about her love affair with Paris through the years as a teenager, young adult and now married woman and mother.

Inspirelle inspires, connects and empowers international women in France through engaging and authoritative lifestyle content and community events.

My essay. About Paris. In a Paris-based magazine…

16-year-old me is freaking out right now!

Check it out here.

As the famous quote goes, ‘Paris is always a good idea.’

Screen shot of Sonia’s essay on the Inspirelle website.

And watch for a poem of mine in Issue 2 of Pinhole Poetry, coming July 8!

Pinhole Poetry is a digital poetry journal that loves the upside-down view and the fact that some art can only happen in the dark. We aim to be the pinprick of light for your work.

I’m excited to be included in this new digital poetry journal. I’ll share the link once the issue has been published!

Pinhole Poetry Issue 2 announcement / contributors list.
(Image courtesy of Pinhole Poetry)

With Best Wishes

Floral postcard “With Best Wishes”. (Author’s Collection)
Verso of postcard. (Author’s Collection)

Mrs. Gerig

April 28, 1911

Dear Grandma, I am going to send you a card to tell about my big boy. he was born the 25 of april and he weighed 10 pounds. we haven’t named him yet. Yours Truly,

Mrs. Rohena Conklin

I feared not being able to find any information on the recipient of this postcard — the last card in the series initially gifted to me ten years ago. A last name (and a married one, at that), a town, and state. A quick search revealed that there was no shortage of Gerig’s in Beiber, California. It wasn’t a lot to go on. But there was a silver lining: for the first time, I could tell the story of the sender.

Rohena Lee (Leona) Harris was born on May 2, 1888 or 1889 in Oregon to Jacob and Nancy Harris, (both from Missouri). The United States Census of 1900 shows Rohena, age 12, living with her parents, two brothers, and two sisters (she was the second youngest) in Adin & Lookout Townships, Modoc, California. If you examine the postcard closely, you can just make out that it was postmarked in Adin 11 years later. Her father owned his farm and older brother James helped to work it; the other children were still in school.

“United States Census, 1900”, database with images, FamilySearch (https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:M9PR-3ZJ : 23 January 2022), Rohena Harris in entry for Jacob A Harris, 1900.
Adin, California, ca. 1907. Northeastern California Historical Photograph Collection, Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. Identifier: sc14113. http://archives.csuchico.edu/digital/collection/coll11/id/23175

Five years after the Census, on September 30, 1905, Rohena married Robert Roscoe Conklin in Alturas, Modoc, California. She was 17 years old. Together they had several children: Charles Roscoe (1906), Mina Emma (1907), Marshall Edward (1908), Joseph Geno (April 25, 1910 — the year on the postcard is 1911, but the birthday matches), Leonard Jacob (1914), Betty Ellen (1916), and Robert Clarence (1925).

Adin Township, Modoc was home to the Conklin family in 1910. Robert was a general farm worker at the time and Rohena looked after the home and cared for Charlie, Mina, and Marshall. Geno had not yet arrived when this Census was taken.

In 1920, Robert and Rohena were living at 22 Grant Avenue, “Precinct 11”, Napa, California with Mina (12) and Geno (8). None of the family members’ estimated birth years on the U.S. Census index seem to match with those on other sources. Robert’s occupation is difficult to read, but appears to be laborer at a tannery.

Robert Conklin’s occupation. “United States Census, 1920”, database with images, FamilySearch (https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:MH7G-Q3Y : 31 January 2021), Rohena Conklin in entry for Robert Conklin, 1920.

Rohena’s youngest child, Robert, was born on February 6, 1925; on November 2 of that year, she died in Napa, California at the age of 37. She is buried at Tulocay Cemetery.

Grave marker for Rohena Lee Conklin. Source: findagrave.com.

In the end, I did not find a connection between Rohena Conklin and a Mrs. Gerig. Then there’s the matter of the discrepancy in birth year for Rohena’s son, Joseph Geno. There’s a chance that I don’t have the correct woman at all, of course — and if that’s the case, please correct me.

There are photos of Rohena and members of her family on the FamilySearch website; these are not included here because I did not secure permission to do so.

Despite the many questions remaining, and the confusing information in this particular search, I’m glad to be able to share part of Rohena’s story. Maybe one day I’ll learn the rest.

Are you a descendant of Rohena Harris Conklin? Do you know who Mrs. Gerig might be? If you have any information or photos — or even corrections — to share, I would love to hear from you. Please reach out via my Contact page.

Easter Greetings

Front of postcard, “Easter Greetings”. (Author’s Collection)

Postmarked April 18, 1908, Masonville, New Jersey

Maggie R.[V.?] Evans
New Jersey

Our Dear Niece Margaret.
Many Many thanks for the beautiful Easter card rec’d this eve very kind of [them] to remember us, trusting you are all well & with love to all [from all]. Aff’tly [i.e., Affectionately] Uncle + Aunt John [Mc?] R.E. [U, V, N, or H?] [Holyoak?]

Back of postcard.

Postcard #5 in this series has been the most difficult to track so far. As you can see from the above, transcription was difficult, (assistance would be most welcome!)

After nearly giving up, I think I found the correct Margaret Evans. Key word: think. So, with that caveat…

Margaret R. Haines was born on April 3, 1865 to Benjamin D. Haines and Elizabeth Hilyard. In 1880, she lived with her parents, sisters Rachie [i.e., Rachael] and Anna, and brother James in Rancocas, Westampton Township, Burlington, New Jersey. The census shows 13-year old Margaret (Maggie)’s birth year as 1867 rather than the 1865 on her headstone.

“United States Census, 1880,” database with images, FamilySearch (https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:MNZL-2DC : 30 December 2021), Benjamin D. Haines, Westampton Township, Burlington, New Jersey, United States; citing enumeration district , sheet , NARA microfilm publication T9 (Washington, D.C.: National Archives and Records Administration, n.d.), FHL microfilm .

Her parents were Quakers; they had married at the Philadelphia Monthly Meeting, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in 1864.

According to the Township of Hainesport, New Jersey — about 7 miles from Birmingham, the postcard’s destination — the Haines family has a long history in the area:

One family of particular interest was that of Richard and Margaret Haines who set sail from Northamptonshire, England in 1682. The land grant for which the Haines family emigrated covered approximately 1700 acres, including a portion of the present Mount Laurel Township. Their son, Joseph Haines, who was born in mid-ocean, purchased a tract of land beyond Lumberton covering several hundred acres, including the Village of Long Bridge which was the original name of Hainesport. The village was named after the long wooden toll bridge crossing the south branch of the Ancocas (Rancocas) Creek on the only road leading from Moorestown to Mt. Holly, known as the Philadelphia Road. The Haines family were Quakers, as were most of the original settlers to this area.

Township of Hainesport website, “History” page, accessed 10 Feb 2022.

On March 15, 1887 Maggie married John B. Evans in Rancocas — the same place named at the end of the postcard.

The 1910 Census lists John E. Evans, 45; wife Margaret R. Evans, 44; and their 17-year-old son Maurice as living on Birmingham Road (near Birmingham), Vincentown, Southampton Township, Burlington County, New Jersey. Despite the difficult handwriting on the postcard, it was definitely addressed to a Maggie — referred to in the letter as Margaret — R. Evans of Birmingham, New Jersey. John and Margaret, both born in the state, were general farm workers.

“United States Census, 1910,” database with images, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:MKTW-98L : accessed 2 January 2022), Margaret R Evans in household of John E Evans, Southampton, Burlington, New Jersey, United States; citing enumeration district (ED) ED 79, sheet 13A, family 310, NARA microfilm publication T624 (Washington D.C.: National Archives and Records Administration, 1982), roll 872; FHL microfilm 1,374,885.

Four years later, on December 9, 1914, John passed away at age 50. He is buried at Woodlane Graveyard, Mount Holly, Burlington, New Jersey. John’s middle initial on the headstone is B.; the E. on the 1910 Census was likely an error.

Grave of John B. Evans. Source: findagrave.com

Margaret died on June 1, 1939 and is buried in the same cemetery as her husband.

Grave of Margaret R. Haines Evans. Source: findagrave.com

Are you a descendant of the Haines/Evans families? Do you have information or photos to share? I’d love to hear from you. Please reach out using the “Contact” page.

Dream. Come. True.

It’s official — I’ve signed a publishing contract for my debut novel! Watch for Provenance Unknown in Fall 2023 wherever fine books are sold. I’m so excited to be joining the Sands Press family of authors.

And, since archives play a major role in the story, what better place to sign than in one! (Except for maybe Paris, of course. 🇫🇷 )

Sonia sitting at a small desk in front of shelving filled with grey archival document boxes. She is signing a document. There is an old ledger opened on the desk as well.
Signing on the dotted line! (Photo by C.R.)