Nancy Daniel Wesson

Growing up in Baton Rouge and the rich cultural gumbo of South Louisiana, where spirituality, religion and witchcraft mingled and nothing was as it seemed, birthed my tendency to question authority, reality, and the status quo, resulting in my navigating life by a different compass. My education was bracketed by a Master’s Degree in Audiology on one end and deep immersion in eastern studies on the other. I write from what I’ve experienced. My first book, Moving Your Aging Parents, started writing itself as background chatter on the interminable road trips to move my own aging parent. At the time, I was in the thick of running my consulting business, Focus on Space. After fifteen years of that—at the age of 64, I walked away and cliff-jumped into the life of a Peace Corps Volunteer. I’ve traveled far-and-wide; cruised on a small sailboat; raised kids, businesses, and husbands; and had more than a few adventures, but nothing compared to the deep immersion in war-torn Northern Uganda. That and the consequent plunge into the wilderness of my own psyche and the new self that emerged, has been—by far—the greatest of these adventures, as told in: I Miss The Rain In Africa.