Writing at a Soul Level…
Sharon Trammell is a woman who writes to share her own story in a way that reaches the hearts and souls of those in need of hope. As a woman who has experienced many challenges, she knows that finding hope in a broken world does not come easily. She understands the depth of the pain that many walk through daily and the struggles individuals face as they navigate hopeless situations and circumstances.
Sharon works to demonstrate the freedom on the other side of fear if an individual can face the fear head-on. Through her writing, she shares the depths of the emotions involved in issues like abuse and shares her knowledge of how individuals can lift themselves out of the heartbreak to rebuild their own lives. Her message is clear: there is always hope and the ability to start again if we choose ourselves.
Now to the fun stuff! Sharon is an avid outdoorswoman who hikes, fishes, mushrooms hunts and camps with her children. Scroll down to see some of these adventures! Make sure to check out the writing portfolio to read some of these stories as well.
Outdoor Life
Pictured here: Sharon, with a fall chinook harvested in August 2024 at Oregon's popular Buoy 10 with, guide Logan Ellis
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Mushroom hunting has been a favorite fall and spring activity ever since I moved to Oregon in 2013! Pictured here is a lobster mushroom harvested from an old growth forest in the Oregon coast range.
Cooking over a campfire is one of my favorite activities. Here in the PNW we camp from April to October, weather notwithstanding!
Pictured: My daughter, enjoying the new boat more than she lets on.
Imagine it is August. You just set up camp, in a beautiful forested campground with a cool breeze blowing from the west, where the ocean is located half mile away. You are getting ready to go harvest to some fresh Oregon Dungeness crab in the morning. Setting out your stove on the wooden picnic table, you look under it, and to your surprise, you find a flush of lobster mushrooms! Harvested and washed, they get added to a diner of strip steak cooked over the camp stove!
Days like this are hard to beat! Walking through the mossy forest floor, searching for the bright yellow of chanterelles, while inhaling the scent of the first big rain of the season in early November. As you walk beneath a fir tree with needles slightly wet as they brush your arm, you spot something that looks slightly like a shaped stick. Bending to examine it, you see that it is a deer shed, miraculously saved from the teeth of small critters like mice who gnaw at them every spring!