I believe in the magic of words, love, and tenacity. There is a world out there that needs to be explored, researched, and written out to try to make some sense of it, and to make a better place for the children of tomorrow.
Coming Home Again: Part IV
Dustin Henry had finally come home. He had not come home to settle down and help his Grandfather run the farm, as he had once expected. He had come home to bury his Grandfather. Had he seen it coming, Dustin would have put his continuing education on hold, taken a sabbatical, and joined Grandpa Wilbur in his final months and days.
Coming Home Again - Part III
Two days had passed since his Grandfather's funeral, and Dustin Henry lay awake in the pre-dawn first light of day. He thought about Jenny and a feeling of peace and contentment flooded his mind and heart. He was certain he would be lost without her right now.
Coming Home Again
The Old Barn There was something about a rainy day in the little mountain town that Dustin Henry called home. It was raining the day he left the little farm. It seemed only fitting that it would be raining when he came home. A gentle, cleansing rain that gave the air that awesome scent he had always loved…the smell of the earth right after the rain.