About Marie de Haan

Marie is an accomplished writer, songwriter, and speaker.

She has written two memoirs in a series entitled Cancer Is A Funny Thing. The books—in addition to a cancer blog—relate how Marie endured a devastating diagnosis of breast cancer with her characteristic grace and humor.

Marie is a gifted pianist, playing since the age of nine. She is currently a member of her local church’s praise band. She released her powerful debut single, “I Am Broken,” on October 22, 2020, a song whose creation drew heavily upon the trauma she endured as a victim of childhood sexual abuse.

Marie continued her story by writing “Turmoil” and “Weep” which were both released in April 2021.

She premiered three new songs at a benefit concert held September 10, 2021, in Skagit County. A portion of the proceeds went to CrossRoads Youth Ranch; this local organization—through equine therapy—empowers “at-risk and sexually exploited youth to heal, grow, and thrive.”

“A Story of Reclamation,” an EP which includes all six songs, was released on November 19, 2021.

Marie loves hiking, gardening, and photography. The Pacific Northwest—where she lives with her husband—is the backdrop for her favorite activities.

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Marie de Haan sitting alone in a field
Marie de Haan standing near a tree in a field
Marie de Haan standing in a field


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I Am Broken

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I Will Give You Praise

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Gonna Live My Life

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Forever Changed



I am easily entertained: I sang for three hours straight on our road trip to Sunnyside.

Okay, well, there was the one time that Ken told me to be quiet because he was trying to concentrate on the road and his ears were popping and I was kind of blaring the music and singing quite exuberantly 😂😂😂, but other than that, three hours straight.

Ken and I did a super spontaneous thing this morning. 

We were getting ready for church, and 30 minutes away from hopping into the car, we were discussing whether or not we wanted to go. You see, the bass player on today’s praise team had texted me earlier and told me the music was going to be cancelled for today’s service because some of the band members were sick.

While I don’t go to church just for the music, it’s a huge part of why I go faithfully every Sunday. (As you know, music is a big part of my life. 😏 How God made me, I guess.)

Suddenly, Ken said, “Let’s go to Sunnyside.” (We have close
friends who live there that we don’t get to see near enough.)

After a frantic morning of packing, lining up a housesitter, blah blah blah, we were finally on our way.

One hour into our unplanned road trip, I was in the mood to listen to “Child of Love.” I Googled the YouTube version I always listen to and Ken said, “Why don’t you use the bluetooth?” People, I did not know you could do that! My mind is blown. 

Of course, I’m usually driving and do not touch my phone. 

It looks like Ken is going to be listening to me sing at the top of my lungs to all my favorite songs for the next three hours. 😂

So, “church” in the car today 😏 and hanging out with great friends….

I am beside myself with joy. 

I know it sounds like I’ve just been sitting around partying non-stop and eating nougat all day, every day 😂, but I’ve actually been pretty productive.

I just finished the music for one of my latest songs…now, I just need some lyrics for verse 3, verse 4, the second half of the chorus, and the newly composed bridge.

Go me. 

Okay, I might have to fast for the whole month of February. 😬

This endless birthday partying might be turning into a problem. 😏

I managed to restrict myself to one piece of pizza, one piece of fudge, and one creme puff, but the more important thing is how much fun I had hanging out tonight with this great group of women. 

I celebrated birthday party #5 today with my camera-shy friend at Anthony's in Anacortes. We have been friends since I was 18 years old--a long, long, long time ago. 😏

We yakked for hours. She gave me chocolate. This is what life is all about, people. The friendship, not the chocolate. 😂

She’s that rare friend that when you call her to tell her you have cancer, she just jumps right in and starts driving you places: infusion center, the surgical oncologist, and the regular oncologist. At the hospital--where you end up for one of your nine echocardiograms--she sits next to the examining table, entranced while the nurse is examining your insides up on the computer screen.
After these exhausting appointments (where you hear bad news more than once), she brings you to Trader Joe’s for dark-chocolate covered caramels to cheer you up, followed by a trip to the gourmet culinary store so you can pretend you are not dying of cancer and will someday use the endless appetizer plates you can’t stop buying for your future, out-of-reach kitchen remodel.

I told her today that she is not getting rid of me. We are friends for life.

I see from this picture that my hair is partly grey and partly blonde (because I'm trying to grow it out, remember? Gonna take a year according to the hairdresser…) and I still don't care that it looks like crap because I made it to another birthday.

Best present ever: a beautiful picture of the Pacific Northwest by a local artist and two songwriting journals just waiting to be filled up.

I've talked about this before, but back in September of 2020, when I found myself in a Nashville studio recording a song (w-what??), the producer said, "Hey, you're going to write some more, right?" 

I promptly and most emphatically said, "Nope. I'm a one-shot wonder." 

Fast forward to one year ago (when this picture was taken). I stayed up all night composing. I wrote most of "Turmoil" that night and within a few weeks, I'd also added "Weep."

It's eerie for me to look at this picture.

I had no intention of doing any more writing, people. None.

Six (released) songs, seven videos, and a few more compositions in the works later, and I've come to the conclusion that sometimes, you just gotta do what you gotta do.

Did a little songwriting from 10:00 last night till about 1 o’clock in the morning. 

I’ve got the beginnings to four songs in that “working notebook” behind me: one in the key of D major, another in C; tried my hand at 6/8 time 😳, and generally tried to accomplish something good in the world instead of watch Netflix for three hours. 🤣
This guy. How did I get so lucky? 

Yesterday was nuts with unexpected (wonderful) visits and phone calls from dear family and friends, and he still took the time to set up some speakers he ordered for me so that I can practice/play my keys without wearing headphones. 

This is, of course, after contacting my producer regarding said speakers (even though he’s crazy busy at work) AND being my biggest fan and supporter in this crazy Nashville journey.

Back in November, I walked into my hairdresser’s shop and announced, “Hey, Kim, I’d like to get rid of the blonde and have you dye my hair grey.” 

Apparently, that’s not how it works. (What do I know? I write music and books.) She said I needed to grow it out and it could take a year. 

In other words, I’m a work-in-progress, but I guess we already knew that.
I've had red hair, blonde hair, grey hair, and no hair. I've had bowl cuts, perms, straight hair, long hair, short hair, and everything in between.

After cancer, my hair grew in curly-as-all-get-out, was four shades of grey, and was so easy to take care of. Until it wasn't. It became fuzzy and had the manageability of a Q-tip. I immediately started dyeing it again.

That was 11 years ago. 

For years, I've been adamant about not settling for grey hair until well into my 60s. That's ten years from now. But back in October, I told the hairdresser I was conflicted about whether I should keep dyeing it or just let it go grey.
The thing is, it doesn't really matter, does it. I can always grow it out again. Or cut it. Or dye it a different color. It's not about the hair for me anymore. I could say the same thing about my weight. I have fretted and been embarrassed about that for years and years.

I've faced cancer, had 8 surgeries, and deal with past trauma daily. I have battle scars all over this body, both physically and mentally.

And yet, I am alive. I am content. And I am a child of God. The rest is immaterial. 
"I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content." Philippians 4:11b

I am thankful today that I am perfectly content to stay up late--watching BBC television with the husband while drinking Earl Grey tea--and don't feel this need to go out shopping at two in the morning (risking possible death) to buy some useless crap, because I already have everything I need.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. 🍁🍂🍁
Had a blast teaching my new song to this cutie-patootie. We cut the demo in one take. 

Not only is she a great singer, she is a great friend. 

Today, I had to run to town. I reached into the console and my EP was sitting next to this CD...the CD, incidentally, that I bought in Nashville when I recorded that first song and this whole business started back on September 21, 2020.

When I unwrapped that EP, I laughed to myself that it was kind of fun to be in such great company. That Keith Urban is one talented dude. 

His songs tell his story and my songs tell my story. The thing is, we all have a story. Some of us just happen to tell it through music.

It’s almost 3 o’clock in the morning and I’m considering doing a happy dance around the living room because I just finished the song I started last week. 

Actually, I finished it at 2:20 AM, but it took me forever to take a selfie. It was hard to hold that heavy clock and my phone at the same time. 🤣



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