Dusti Scovel
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About
In the early sixties when the world was a very different place and I was a curious, confused pre-teen, I wrote a story about a scary babysitting experience I'd had. I sent the story to a magazine that published a Dear Abby type column, but for children. When several months went by and my letter didn't appear in the publication, I gave up.
Almost a year later, on a sweltering hot, Texas July day, I opened my copy of the magazine and flipped to the page for kids and there was my letter. Usually there were two or three letters per issue but that July, mine was the only letter printed. It was then I knew I wanted to be a writer.
Hundreds of press releases, newspaper stories, newsletters and artist profiles later, I've finally found my voice. While I still enjoy copy editing and helping artists create more powerful marketing tools, my passion is in writing about life; using words to help you, the reader, see the face of a homeless man or feel the desperation of a young mother's struggle to care for her children.
I've been lucky and I know it. I have a wonderful marriage to a remarkably talented artist who still delights in leaving me love notes. Not that we haven't had our trials and tests . . . because we surely have. But love always prevailed. Our professional journey together has been exciting, fun, sometimes scary but always fascinating and I wouldn't trade a single moment of it for anything.
We've had sons and daughters, both our own and some who needed a safe place to grow up a bit before returning to their own world. They've each brought their own brand of love and laughter and sometimes, heartache, into our lives. But that's what children do.
It's no secret that as we get older, life becomes more precious and we realize that what seemed ordinary is actually significant; that life is precious and fragile and the memories we're making are worth saving and sharing.
And so my story begins . . .