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MY STORY
I always thought I had more time.
This is the story of a dream I carried for most of my life—and what finally happened when I stopped telling myself I would get to it someday.
The Dream I Put Away
I wanted to be a writer when I was young. That dream led me to SUNY Oswego, where I earned a BFA in Creative Writing.
Life eventually took me in another direction, and I spent decades building a career and a business.
But the desire to write never left.At sixty-eight, I returned to it and began writing again.
The Dream I Put Away
I wanted to be a writer when I was young. That dream led me to SUNY Oswego, where I earned a BFA in Creative Writing.
Life eventually took me in another direction, and I spent decades building a career and a business.
But the desire to write never left.At sixty-eight, I returned to it and began writing again.
My Story
I always thought I had more time.
This is the story of a dream I carried for most of my life—and what finally happened when I stopped telling myself I would get to it someday.
My Story
I always thought I had more time.
This is the story of a dream I carried for most of my life—and what finally happened when I stopped telling myself I would get to it someday.
The Twenty-Year-Old Me
At twenty, I was a dreamer. I wanted to write the great American novel or a screenplay. Like many young writers, I dreamed about success. Maybe even a little fame and fortune.
But beneath all of that was something quieter and more important.
I wanted to make my mother proud.
She believed there was a writer in me. For a long time, I believed it too.
The Twenty-Year-Old Me
At twenty, I was a dreamer. I wanted to write the great American novel or a screenplay. Like many young writers, I dreamed about success. Maybe even a little fame and fortune.
But beneath all of that was something quieter and more important.
I wanted to make my mother proud.
She believed there was a writer in me. For a long time, I believed it too.
Life Happened
I built a business.
Raised a family.
Chased responsibilities.
And I kept telling myself I'd write someday.
The dream did not disappear. It simply became quiete
It waited while years became decades.
Life Happened
I built a business.
Raised a family.
Chased responsibilities.
And I kept telling myself I'd write someday.
The dream did not disappear. It simply became quiete
It waited while years became decades.
Why Now?
Then one day I realized: someday isn't an endless promise.
At sixty-eight, I realized my time wasn’t over, but it wasn’t unlimited.
Someday does not arrive on its own. You have to choose it.
I was afraid of leaving this world without doing what I'd always dreamed of.
So I stopped waiting and started writing again.
What I Hope the Writing Does
I don't expect you to see the world the way I do. I only hope that somewhere in these pages, you'll recognize a piece of your own story.
If one of my poems makes someone feel less alone...
If it brings back a love worth remembering...
If it gives them courage to open a door long kept closed...
Or inspires them to chase a dream they nearly gave up on...
Then every word was worth writing.
What I Hope the Writing Does
I don't expect you to see the world the way I do. I only hope that somewhere in these pages, you'll recognize a piece of your own story.
If one of my poems makes someone feel less alone...
If it brings back a love worth remembering...
If it gives them courage to open a door long kept closed...
Or inspires them to chase a dream they nearly gave up on...
Then every word was worth writing.
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