Megan Prescott

Megan’s interest in writing began young as the daughter of a wonderful high school English teacher in rural Vermont. When Megan was 18 years old her mother Nancy was diagnosed with a very aggressive form of leukemia and died eight months to the day of her diagnosis at the age of 50. Twenty eight days after her mother’s death, Megan’s brother Adam was a passenger in a car that struck a van of college students. He and three other people were killed instantly. These events changed the course of Megan’s life and began her long and intense journey into and through the bereavement process. Megan has dedicated the last twenty years of her life to using art and writing as a healing tool in her own grief experience and has come full circle in her own bereavement process by writing and illustrating Squirrel and Oak, a Story of Hope. For over 15 years, Megan has taught in many environments and has inspired hundreds of children and adults to love and feel confident in making art. She believes that creating art can help heal even the deepest emotional wounds and has made it her mission to make it accessible to those who need it most. Megan is excited to reach and help children with her book and is thrilled to be a new author, something she knows would make her mother very proud.

Articles:

A Sign From Mom at the Holidays

In 1987, when I was eighteen years old, my mother was diagnosed with an aggressive form of leukemia two weeks prior to Christmas. We brought Christmas to her in her hospital room that year in the midst of her chemotherapy, complete with a homemade turkey dinner.  What I couldn’t have imagined then was that in eight short months my mother Nancy would pass, to be followed only three weeks later by my brother Adam in a car accident. In the months to follow, I thought a lot about a specific conversation I had with my mother mere days before her […]

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Signs From Above

It is my personal belief that when a person “passes away,” his or her spirit and essence continues to be very much alive. Following the deaths of three immediate family members, I became more than a little interested in theories of the afterlife. I read and watched everything I could find on the subject of near death experiences (NDEs), after-death communication, and people who claimed to talk to those who had passed on. It was my way of trying to get a handle on what my parents and brother might have experienced in their passing. It also gave me some […]

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Valentine’s Day an Opportunity to Connect With Departed Loved Ones

For anyone grieving the loss of someone dear to them, I humbly offer some ideas to help with the pain of separation. May this Valentine’s Day bring us a loving message from our special departed ones- somehow, some way. It is my personal belief that when a person “passes away,” his or her spirit and essence continues to be very much alive. Following the deaths of three immediate family members, I became more than a little interested in theories of the afterlife. I read and watched everything I could find on the subject of near death experiences (NDEs), after-death communication, […]

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For Young Woman, Feather at Christmas is Sign of Hope

In 1987, when I was eighteen years old, my mother was diagnosed with an aggressive form of leukemia two weeks prior to Christmas. We brought Christmas to her in her hospital room that year in the midst of her chemotherapy, complete with a homemade turkey dinner.  What I couldn’t have imagined then was that in eight short months my mother Nancy would pass, to be followed only three weeks later by my brother Adam in a car accident. In the months to follow, I thought a lot about a specific conversation I had with my mother mere days before her […]

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Spirals of Hope: We Can Help Each Other

I just finished my weekly phone chat with my friend Nancy. Last year, Nancy’s mother, father, and brother all passed away within 6 weeks of one other, each from different illnesses. Her brother Brian was my dear friend and, after his passing, I kept in close contact with her. Since then, we have become very connected, like sisters. Our biggest and most intense bond is that in the twenty years before Nancy lost her family, I had already lost mine. Nancy and I are similar in several ways no one wants to be: both our parents have died, we endured losing […]

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