Why I Write I’ve been thinking a bit about sparks lately. Sparks that light fires. When I first met my husband, one of the first things he taught me was how to build a fire. Now, I was a Girl Scout and had been a camper for my whole life; I knew how to start a fire. Hubby showed me a better way. Fast and easy with the right pieces of dry wood were all it took to get me warm. Being warm was and is important to me. A spark was what it took to get the flame started. Sparks come in other forms too. Just the right spark…