Wood

I was born October ’71 in the lush Red River valley of Manitoba. Today I still call Winnipeg home. I wish I had discovered writing years ago, but there’s many things we all wish too change in our past; that’s life. In those years I became a husband and father, a jeweller, and recently a cabinetmaker. Somehow one day I started writing, I don’t remember when or why but it feels as though there has always been a writer lost inside. I don’t have any great ambitions to become a writer or get something published, that effort is being spent on woodworking. Writing does however quench an unending thirst to create.