“She was my little helper.” Heather, like her father, was an avid reader.
Bursting with imagination, she often read or made up stories for her brother and sisters. Heather was a pudgy girl, with coke-bottle glasses, and different.
Heather Arlene Carr was born on Sept.6, 1974, in Kamloops, B. For her mother, Judy, it was a long, difficult birth, one that her father, Jack, a trucker, missed because of work.
She was the first of four children and, along with her sisters, Sheri and Stacey, she doted on her younger brother, David.
Claire Boucher is behind the wheel of her white Ford hybrid, talking faster than we’re moving through space.
She buried her pain, says her mom, but she always noticed it in others: “She was a defender of the weak her whole life,” says Judy. Their house, says sister Sheri, was a revolving door “of the wounded and hurt.” At 17, Heather ran away to Dawson Creek, B. Heather earned an arts degree, then a bachelor’s in social work in 2007.
She announced the affiliation with a Tumblr photo of her tattooed hands throwing up the Roc: “I’ve joined the x men,” the caption explained. Just a few years after its scrappy beginnings in the Montreal DIY scene, her conceptual pop project Grimes had landed Boucher on the brink of stardom, with a Billboard-charting, multiple-year-end-list-topping album in her 2012 breakout, Visions, plus fashion cosigns from Karl Lagerfeld and Alexander Mc Queen, among a dozen other big names, and the sort of fanatical cult following best measured by the scores of lovingly hand-drawn fan portraits she uploads to her Tumblr.
There was certainly something superhero-like in her ability to pen charmingly off-kilter, globetrotting pop songs using rudimentary tools (she recorded Visions using Garageband)—and, as the budgets grew bigger and video treatments more involved, in the aesthetics of the Grimes character herself, which seemed to draw on an eclectic mix of heroes and antiheroes, from the 11th century polymath Hildegard Von Bingen to Marilyn Manson and Sailor Moon.
Rosanna joined the dating website ‘Match.com’ and met a man who called himself Marc Campbell.
He said he was a widower and seemed nice and caring. Marc Campbell seemed the gentleman and possible soul mate she could spend her life with – and it appeared to be mutual.