Lynne Bouchard

Lynne Bouchard

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About The Author

Born in Los Angeles, California, to a Greek mother and a French father, I am either a Freak or a Grench--not sure which, but it is a colorful and lively mixture. 

At the age of eight,  while my family and I were living at the foot of the Rockies in Boulder, Colorado, my safe and happy world crashed. My parents and I were involved in  an automobile accident that killed both of my parents instantly and left me in a coma from which I was not expected to survive. I did survive however, and the act of surviving brought with it the beginnings of a new life with a new family; and I embarked upon  the most incredible journey of my lifetime, traveling down may different roads.

In 1965 I moved with my new family from Boulder to the blazing desert sun of Yuma, Arizona, where I was to spend the next 30 or so years of my life, always dreaming of  someday escaping the heat.

After graduating from Arizona Western College as a Licensed Practical Nurse in 1981, I worked for two different doctors and for the Yuma County Health Department in the TB Clinic, later transferring to the Maternal  and Well Baby Clinic. In 1987  I took what I thought woudl be a small  break from nursing to concentrate on raising my two daughters. 

Durning my nursing sabbatical, I took the first steps toward my childhood dream of teaching music; I took on two piano students and began working as a piano instructor from my home. Before I knew it I was going back to school to study music, joining music teaching associations, and gathering more and more students.  I had found my calling. I knew I would never go back to nursing. 

I currently own and operate Ivory Moon Piano Studio in Southern Maryland, where I have lived since 1999.

As well as teaching music, I enjoy acting on stage in community theatre, my favorite role being that of Lady Bracknell in Oscar Wilde's  The Importance Of Being ErnestI also taught drama for several years in a private school in Maryland.

Teaching music and acting had both been childhood dreams.  Buth there was one other dream I had cherished since grade school; and that dream was to be an author.  Now I have finally achieved that dream , and have currently published my first book, Through The Stained Glass Window.  The book is an inspirational journey through my healing experience , both emotionally and spiritually, since the death of my parents. Feel free to to browse through the first two chapters, located on this website.   

Gimme-Jimmy

Gimme-Jimmy

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Story Behind The Book

This book began as a small collection of sonnets that literally poured out of me during what I lovingly refer to as my “Dark Journey”. As the world around me collapsed, I felt as though every hope, dream, and belief I had ever held lay in a pile of broken glass at my feet. I had already lived through incredible tragedy throughout my life, continually gluing myself back together. What had once been the already very pieced together and fragile vessel of my life was now shattered beyond repair. Each sonnet that I wrote represented a piece of the brightly colored broken glass at my feet. I would pick up the piece of glass and very gently place it in exactly the spot where it was needed. Slowly, miraculously, the pieces began to form a mosaic. No longer was my life a fragile vessel, easily broken. Gradually, almost imperceptibly it was becoming a stained glass window; a window for letting in light, for inspiring beauty and awe, and for reflecting back the images of those who would dare to examine it closely. Although this is not a work of poetry, I have begun each chapter of this book with one of the sonnets that were my inspiration. It is my hope that someone, somewhere, may read a particular sonnet or portion of my journey and recognize a glimpse of their own reality in the words. My only wish in sharing my quest toward healing is that it may help and encourage another soul on that same path. Since my goal here was not to write a detailed autobiography or to expose anyone who has traveled this path with me to pain, discomfort or unwanted scrutiny, I have chosen to change the names and certain identifying details of nearly every fellow traveler who appears in this book. Admittedly some of what I write about is painful. But the truth is that we humans, by our very nature, are a painful lot. How we choose to deal with that pain is what makes the difference. It is my belief that through every glorious or tragic experience there is a lesson to be learned, a story of compassion and encouragement to be shared, a ray of hope that shines forth, like the rainbow colored rays of light through a stained glass window.

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