A Thought for Every Word

I had the pleasure of meeting Marie Colvin twice in my life.  Once briefly on my way to a writer’s conference in 1995 and then again in Paris in 1996.  Her tenacious memory and vibrant sense of humor gave birth to my first story, penned long hand in the fall of 1996.  That story, a tale about World War II and a female war correspondent, started me down the path of what I hoped would be a lasting love affair with editors and publishers. Her untimely death in Syria along side French photojournalist Remi Ochlik, saddens me, and I will miss Marie’s easy smile and her generous heart.  I will miss reading her words,and seeing the world through her eyes.  Most of all, I will miss her deep passion for telling the story that needed telling.

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