Rosetta Sanders -Writer

A little excerpt from the book I’m still writing…

Looking back, I’m really not sure how we survived childhood.

After one particularly questionable adventure involving five kids, a frozen river, a mysterious barrel and a very unhappy father, all of us were lined up in the kitchen getting what felt like an endless lecture.

I could see the neighbour kids outside already playing.

Apparently, I finally asked Dad if we could “just have a lickin’ so we could go play.”

According to my sister, that bought us another hour of yelling, and she said she could tell he was just winding down.

Somewhere along the way, I learned that impatience and sarcasm are not always survival skills.

But occasionally they make pretty good book material.

— Rosetta Sanders, Writer

I think I write for me.

Writing helps me make sense of life—the good, the hard, the joyful, and the messy. Sometimes I don’t even know what I believe until I see the words on the page.

But I choose to share my writing because, over the years, other writers have helped me. Their stories reminded me I wasn’t alone. They gave me hope, courage, and sometimes just enough strength to take the next step.

Maybe that’s how stories work.

Perhaps my mess will become a message for someone else. Not because our lives are the same, but because they’ll find a piece of themselves somewhere in my story.

And if they don’t, that’s okay too.

The writing has already done its work by changing me.

✨ Holiday Truth from a Work in Progress — The Jerk I Married & His 4 Wives 🎄📚

I’ve been married to the same man for over 30 years…
But depending on the year (and the level of emotional unraveling),
he was married to Wife #1: The Happy Homemaker,
Wife #2: The Bored Housewife with Wine,
Wife #3: Herbal-Tea Hippy,
and Wife #4: The Balanced One (she visits, doesn’t always stay).

The holidays were always… revealing.

🛍️ The Jerk was notoriously bad at buying presents.
He’d say, “I didn’t know what to get,” and often bought nothing.

There came a year (around the transition between Pinot Grigio and Patchouli Oil) when I got tired of being disappointed…
So I started telling him exactly what I was buying for me — from him.

Sometimes I even bought it, brought it home, and said,
“Look what you got me. You did well this year.” 🎁

And somewhere in there… I realized:

✨ I could either stay miserable waiting for someone to change
—or—
✨ adapt, accept, and love him for who he was.

That moment didn’t just change Christmas…
It changed our marriage.

This book is about that kind of shift.
From blaming to understanding.
From wishing to appreciating.
From silent resentment to self-awareness (and sometimes self-funded diamonds).

📖 Coming in 2025 — or whenever Wife #5 finishes.