Do You Have A Dream?
I started my novel Leaving Lonesome on New Years Day 1995. The first draft I wrote in four months. I was a young Army wife with some things on my mind. I worried about my husband flying helicopters. My beloved uncle had taken his own life a few years earlier after spending the day with me and that still was crushing. We didn’t know why my uncle had killed himself and I hadn’t stopped it. I didn’t even see it coming on that warm summer afternoon we spent together before he went home and hung himself. I didn’t know in […]
