Something More

Something More

Someone more


In an Ideal World a child would grow into someone more. A father and a mother would grow into someone more.  A child wouldn’t need to become independent and separate. A father wouldn’t struggle to relinquish his authority. They would grow to something more. They would become something better.


Friends, no Companions – Fellow pilgrims in this life.


The reality is no one is independent. We are all interconnected and we all need each other. And fathers and mothers have no real authority; no ownership of a child’s life. It is just for a short time they need to give more – more love – more affection – more support – more encouragement – and yes more training and teaching.


Sometimes a friend becomes more than a friend. Sometimes a spouse becomes more than a spouse. Sometimes a child becomes more than a child (Though they always will be our child) We all need the more.


There are kinships thicker than blood.

Friendships deeper than worship

Bonds stronger than needs

Currents from the heart of  God



About Dale

Stories have been a part of my life forever. I have heard them, read them, and told them as long as I can remember. I’ve written hundreds of stories. Bits and pieces of stories. This is my first novel. It is the result of a story that refused to die. It kept unreeling in my mind. After a year of this haunting, I had no choice but to write it. What started as a simple damsel in distress story changed once I met the damsel. As I wrote this set of stories the world I imagined grew. After rewrites, revisions, and letting it bake. I’ve discovered more. More of the politics of the region. More relationships between people. Now as I begin a sequel to this first book, I’m finding more complexity than I ever imagined and more loose strings that need to be explored.
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