The time for writing warning fiction is past. Those warnings are being lived in the present. Now is the time for fiction that gives a glimmer of hope. A single step to a brighter future for all. When life can again be measured in living.

The hope the younger generations need, is the tools to live. To thrive in the natural environment. Something almost forgotten. Something a few forgotten elders still remember. To pass on to those who aren’t part of the rat race yet.

Gail Brown