I have loved books for as long as I can remember. Any book. From The Little Train that Could and Nancy Drew to Stranger in a Strange Land and Atlas Shrugged, books have formed me. The words we find in books can take us to the farthest, most exotic places on earth or the deepest reaches of space and time. They can raise us up or evoke the most profound sorrow. Through them, I have learned of luxury and poverty, good and evil, and worlds I can never expect to discover in any other way.
What I write usually takes the form of short essays. Sometimes, poetry. My stories are drawn from my own experience and the insights I have gained through a lifetime of reading, observing my fellow human beings, and searching within my own heart. I hope you can find yourself in my words.
Breathing Again ... thoughts on life after loss will help you understand, really understand the impact grief can have on a life.
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Peeking Over the Edge is a collection of my reflections as I explored the unfamiliar territory of my own middle-aged heart.
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