Published by

David Wesley Woolverton

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She stood in the doorway, looking at the path in front of her, imagining the miles ahead, the costly resources she’d need, the strangers she’d meet on her way, and how she’d rely on their goodwill. She thought of how far point B stood from point A, and the number of ways she could get lost. She looked back at the room behind her, the chair she’d had to get out of. She closed her eyes and stepped outside.

I’m David

I’m a full time Instructional Systems Designer and a free time Creative Writer. I hold a PhD in instructional design and development, an MA in writing, and a BA in writing and theology. My current creative focus is on honoring nature and our connection to our environment. My pronouns are he/they.