Life is filled with unpublished books.  Every person has a story.  Some courageously put theirs to verse; others tuck theirs away, sharing them with a select few when the precious moment is ripe.

Sitting at Starbucks, sipping on your coffee, focused on writing the written word, a complete stranger drops her bod in the seat next to you, breaking your trend of thought. You raise your cup, whiff the java’s bold aroma, trying to resurrect your fleeting ideas. But the whimpers and body language coming from the person next to you, shifts your focus. Filled with compassion you reach out, gently touching her knee, asking, “Are you ok?”

Broken words begin to sputter, and her quick introduction gives you a glimpse into her life. She continues, painting a picture of the vivid characters playing an active role in her saga. Some seem realistic, others believable, others not, yet you listen.  Without taking a breath, her life chapters begin to unfold, and events start rolling in.  A connection is made. Continue reading »