George LoBuono grew up amid the rivers and hillside of the Midwest, then moved to Northern California at age nineteen. There, he planted redwood trees amid clear-cuts and was stunned by the damage done to the few remaining slivers of ancient forest. After a few false starts at writing, he returned to college to study history and did free-lance reporting, then began to write poetry and short stories.

"My life has been one of unexpected surprises, sharply defined by the before and after of travels to other countries, the beauty of love, and a rigorous introduction to the seemingly impossible. In all that we do, there is much more than meets the eye. Ultimately, our limits are self-imposed, often illusory."

 

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