Kindness: Simple and Profound We have a motto in my family: If you find yourself with an opportunity to be kind, just be kind. If that sounds simple,…
An Old Favorite Finds New Life Back in 2018 PCE (that’s Pre-Covid Era) I published a little book I like to call Shadow Plays. I like to call it that…
All That Waits in the Night Book Event On Friday, June 10th, at Mood Coffee Co. in Sellersburg, IN, we had a special event to celebrate the arrival of All That Waits…
Enough Horror to Go Around Writers are often misunderstood by their friends and family. It’s a strange thing to create new worlds and fill them with characters of your…
Time isn’t an Illusion…It’s a Trick Today marks 15 years since my mother’s passing, and I’ve become all-too-aware of time’s trick on my senses.
All That Waits in the Night Q&A Hi, folks! Here’s the Q&A I did for the new book. It took a day longer to release than I thought it would, so…
Half-Remembered Ghosts When I write, it is usually toward a specific end. Typically, that end is publication. It is a rare occasion that I would write…
The Hamster Wheel no light at the end of the tunnel that isn’t an oncoming train. Just work. And more work. Failing and failing some more. And between those moments, sometimes a win. A sale. A reader. Some hope. And then you get back to it. Write more. Edit more. Hustle more.
Welcome Home I live with absence every day. My son tells me a story and I hear tiny fragments of my brother, Jason, in the tale. He’s been gone so long that sometimes I have to focus on a memory just to recall his voice. A song will play on the radio that I recall singing along with on my dad’s knee as we rocked next to the behemoth wooden stereo that filled my childhood with so much music. He’s near in those moments…just not near enough.
