Cindy Wilson-Buranek was born in Moline, Illinois in 1957, the sixth child of Darlene and Robert Wilson. Her mother was an avid reader and passed on her love of the written word. Her mother would read out loud sentences that moved her. The fact that words arranged in a particular order could elicit such a passionate response, stuck with Cindy. Her mother watches from above and her eight brothers and sisters continue to hold her literary hand.
To escape the craziness of a large, loud family, Cindy would sneak away and write. In high school she was encouraged by her creative writing teacher, Ms. Beck to enter two writing contests. She won first and second place, her first monetary acknowledgement of talent. Ms. Beck pushed Cindy to attend The University of Iowa, Iowa’s Writer’s Workshop. Over 15 years passed before she followed her advice.
Cindy attended the Iowa’s Writer’s Workshop and felt she had come home. Surrounded by other writers that understood the need, the burning inside that haunts your soul to write, she published her first online story, “Let Them Eat Cake”, a humorous story of her fight with breast cancer. Her fellow writers admonished her to “quit taking classes and go write the damn book.”
After her daughter, Ashley almost died in a car accident; life’s uncertainty, changed Cindy. She quit her Project Engineer’s job in Iowa, cashed in her 401k, moved to Florida and wrote “The Postcard.”
Cindy lives in Cape Coral, Florida with her husband, Mark and their three dogs, Sophie, Maddie and Moose. Her daughter, Ashley, is a first grade teacher in Cape Coral and is married to Isaac, a very old soul. Cindy is currently working on her third book, “Gentle Current,” a dark story of wrong decisions and their consequences.
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by Cindy Wilson-Buranek
Does love transcend the boundaries of time? If two people are meant to meet, is it reincarnation or destiny that brings them together? Joe never believed in such things,
until the postcard came in the mail; a postcard that was 72 years old. Joe sat down and
read the womans words. Now, he didn't’ know what he believed.
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