Overheard

I'm starting a new series on my blog (one of several I've been wanting to start for awhile). Overheard will be simple moments I heard from a real person - not quotes from the internet.

I had a creative writing professor tell me once that his best writing advice is to listen to people. Hear their stories. Let them speak and then write about it. Overheard will be an exercise in doing that a little better. 

In church on Sunday a man spoke about his childhood, growing up in the woods in Northern Montana. He had a clear voice and looked like Harrison Ford. He would trek through the woods on his way home from school, the snow well above his knees.

"As I came above the hill, cold and sad, I prayed to see smoke coming out of the chimney from the wood burning stove, because that meant that my mother was home."