"If you had five magic stones and they had the power to change people, who would you give them to?"
"To people I know?"
"Not necessarily. Anyone. Past or present."
"Like Hitler, Stalin?"
"OK. Hitler, Stalin ... Kim Jong-un and al-Bashir and ... Kony. Yeah, definitely Kony."
"Kony? Who's that?"
And that's how it all began. It started with a road trip, posing thought provoking questions to my sister to help pass the time. The story grew in my mind, I wrote, I traveled to Uganda and I met some of the children Kony and the LRA abducted. Former child soldiers. Kids whose stories made me weep. And I went back to Uganda again, because I needed to learn more.
So really, I'm more of a stone passer than a writer. I had a story in my head and I knew it needed to be told so I wrote it. All in the hope that someone would read it and it would change them. Something like the stones. They take you to another place and make you look at things differently.
Besides passing out stones I like to ride my horse, walk with my dog, pull weeds in my garden and spend time with my children and husband.