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About Me — Michael L. Maceira
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” Jack Kerouac
I just moved a fifty-pound jewelry armoire my wife is refinishing into our living room. It’s a stunning piece, repainted in soft ivory, with French aphorisms of love inscribed in different scripts across the top and bottom drawers. At its center is a bouquet of wildflowers in an ornate vase. I’m immensely proud of this small married moment. Lifting something heavy for my wife — a piece of furniture that’s a work of art — is my peak bliss.
It’s moments like this that fuel my writing.
Hi, everyone. My name is Michael. I’m a husband, father, and high school English teacher. And at the base of my being, beneath the flint that sparks my life, is the soul of a writer.
How did this one-sided love affair with writing begin?
I’m not sure. I was born loving stories, and I thank God every day for that blessing.
When I was five, I wrote an adventure story about Baby Bunny fetching medicine for Mama Bunny. When I was eight, I wrote a horror story…
