About
William Wedgwood Hawkesworth
I love baseball.
When I was ten years old, my baseball glove went missing. For several weeks I had to share a glove. It was tough and embarrassing not having my own glove. And not many other guys would share their glove. But I loved the game and kept on playing. I begged my parents; please buy me a new glove, I will do a million chores. Finally, they agreed, but there was a catch. I had to print my last name on it. I cherished my new glove. It was shiny and beautiful and smelled awesome. That rich leather cowhide smell. I slept with my glove. I anguished over how not to destroy it by writing my last name, Hawkesworth, on it. I practiced over and over but my darn last name was soooo long. It covered the whooole darn glove. So, after pondering all my options. I abbreviated it with H A W K— one letter printed on each of the glove fingers, facing out. From that day on, they called me Hawk.
From my birthplace in South Bend, Indiana, to Utah, Wyoming, Arizona, Europe. China and the jungles of Costa Rica, my life has been a whirlwind of adventure crisscrossing the United States and the world. Cada dia es una nueva aventura.
The eldest of five entrepreneurial siblings, a father of three entrepreneur children, and seven future entrepreneur grandchildren, our family of E’s embodies the legacy of our ancestor, the greatest entrepreneur of all time, Josiah Wedgwood.
I graduated from Rowan University, where I earned a degree in communications, specializing in journalism. I served as a Commissioned Officer during Desert Storm and as a Public Affairs Officer in the Delaware National Guard. USA.USA.
I have owned a café in Delaware, a trucking company in Wyoming, and a Sylvan Learning Center in Utah. But I was never satisfied. “I still hadn’t found what I was looking for.”
I was still searching when Covid hit and was suddenly unemployed. During this rough time, I looked inward confronting the dark night of the soul. With the sunrise came the realization that my true love was writing. It was the only thing that could soothe my soul and quiet the inner voice.
So, I started over. Retired in my early sixties, sold everything that would not fit in a suitcase, and moved to Costa Rica with my dog, Lucky.
George Eliot wrote, “It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
Today, I have found what I was looking for. I am writing in paradise, living Pura Vida.
You too can change… it is never too late.
As one writer, but often attributed to Mark Twain, once wrote: “The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why,”
William's thoughts on writing and storytelling.
The Power of Redemption and Reinvention
“Just as I have reinvented myself, so too can characters grow and change,” she said, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “Life is a series of transformations, and this dynamic process can make for compelling narratives. Everyone loves a story where the hero rises from his failures, learns his lesson, gets the girl, and lives happily ever after.”
Nora leaned forward; her curiosity piqued. “You mean like in those dime novels? The ones where the underdog comes out on top? I can’t get enough of those! There’s something about seeing someone claw their way back that just… resonates, you know?”
“Exactly!” she replied, her voice rising with excitement. “Take a fella who’s down on his luck, maybe a miner who lost his job or a scoundrel who stumbled into trouble. He hits rock bottom, but instead of wallowing in self-pity, he learns from his mistakes. He picks himself up, dusts off his boots, and fights for what he wants.”
Patrick, who had been quietly listening, chimed in with a grin. “And in the end, he wins over the girl! Maybe she’s been there all along, cheering him on from the sidelines. She sees the good in him, even when he can’t see it himself.”
“Right!” she exclaimed, thrilled by the idea. “And then there’s that moment of realization when he understands that true strength comes not just from triumph, but from vulnerability. He’s been through the wringer, but he emerges stronger, wiser, and ready to love.”
“Ah, the classic tale,” Mother Mary said with a knowing smile. “And it’s not just about the romance. It’s about redemption, resilience. It teaches us that the journey matters just as much as the destination.”
Continuity of Tradition
Persistence and Patience
