I always wanted to be a writer. I’ve dabbled in poetry, short stories, and more daydreaming than most. I remember long Sunday afternoon drives with my parents where they would tell us eight kids to:
‘Look out the window and see something!’
I’ve been looking out the window ever since….
In the great pines of the Pacific Northwest, I saw a woman with nowhere to run find refuge in the arms of a tender warrior who’d forgotten the man he once was…
In the hills of Wyoming, I saw a man broken by the high cost of war, rediscover himself in the eyes of a pretty girl…
And in the Dairy State, (yes Wisconsin), I saw two people overcome horrific obstacles on their way to happily-ever-after.
Life is short.
Pick up a good book.
Look out the window and