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At a recent writer's workshop a game was played whereby each of us had to give 3 statements about ourselves, one of which was a lie. The others would listen and then guess which on was false. My 3? - I was in jail with Dr. Benjamin Spock; I lived in a commune in the Mountains of Oregon, and thirdly, I rode ex-racehorses in San Jose California. What was interesting is that, without my realizing it, all 3 took place within a year of each other.

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None of those 3 are significant events in themselves, but speak to the variety of experiences in my past. A year beyond these events I had the most amazing encounter in my life, when I forged a relationship with the Creator of my life. Nothing has ever been the same...

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Fifty year later, having married way over my head, having helped to raise a couple of boys, having put to bed a career in management, and having survived a battle with serious illness, a dream from my youth came back to me: to write the "Great American Novel." My later older sister Diana, who also loved to write, would often banter with me about who would write that Great American Novel first. I always knew that she had it in her; she just never got the chance to unveil it. My hope is that I have the time and initiative to draw it out of my soul.

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I love to try and express my feelings in words, to create a flow with purpose, not unlike the river making its way to the ocean. My hope is that in this space I can set down some ideas, and share some pieces of my novel as they come to life.

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By the way - the lie? Well Spock was great, and Commune life was amazing. The horse...the truth is there was only one. But he (Red) gave me the scariest ride of my life.