There must have been a reason for taking that creative writing class in college. Maybe I already had the writer’s bug; I don’t remember. What I do remember is writing a paper for a psychology class. The assignment: describe my own theory of personality. I still have the paper, dated May 19, 1967. I began with this: “Only a fool would chase a rainbow.” That’s it. Chasing rainbows was my metaphor for the elusiveness of human personality. My professor loved the paper and gave me an “A”. I loved preparing it, and I sensed that with a little effort, I could write outside the box. I was hooked.
Ever since, I’ve loved the challenge of not just writing, but crafting something worth reading. A “hobby” through my working years, in retirement it’s my primary activity. Inspiration sneaks up on me: late at night or early in the morning. Reading a magazine or in the shower. I find joy in translating an idea into read-worthy text. Years later, I still thank that professor for his unanticipated impact on my life, when I discovered that writing can be more than chasing rainbows.
I was honored to serve as Pastor at St. John’s Church, 1987-88, 1989-95. We’re regular Island visitors, with many Island friends both residents and summer people. My late wife’s (and ultimately, my own) final resting place is in Greenwood Cemetery. I’ve been a member of Woods Hall since 2022. I love the authenticity of Woods Hall: its mission, its artists, and its substantial role in life on the Island. Find me on the web: I blog at dalestohreauthor.com or on Facebook: Dale Stohre, Author and Between Sundays.