Thanks for the visit — I’m glad you were curious enough to find this page.
Here is the short (there really isn’t a longer version):
Somehow I became a writer — ‘somehow’ being the operative word.
Years ago my fifth-grade teacher pulled me aside and said, “Leonard, you should really think of becoming a writer. You have got a great way with words.”
Was she just playing the role of an encouraging and supporting teacher to a student finding his way through elementary school? Who knows, but it kicked around my head for a lifetime.
I once read to be a writer, you have to find your voice. Well, for most of my life I really didn’t have anything to say.
Then came children and the turning of my world upside down. A near-death experience. Being Born Again. Life events started unfolding before me like one of those paper fortune telling toys we made in grade school. And about as surprising.
What I seem to write about is not rocket science. But life, it turns out, is one giant shared experience. I’m not blazing any new trails, discovering hidden secrets to life. But what I do – and humbly – is to try and capture those little moments in life which might easily pass me by.
Thank you for visiting. I hope you find something here you like and come back again.
(obligatory third-person description)
Leonard Woolsey is married to his college sweetheart. He and his wife live on a funky little island on the Gulf Coast of Texas — a.k.a. Galveston Island. They’ve two awesome adult children (isn’t that an odd combination of words?) who they wouldn’t change one bit.
Some people like his work – his writings and columns earning awards from the Associated Press as well as multiple press associations…for what that is worth.