I was born in Niantic, Ct. midway through the 20th century. Surrounded by those reaching a relatively comfortable economic status, my father raised five of us eight siblings in a little four room shack, with no inside plumbing but a sink and very few decent meals. I was “targeted” in school and underwent severe isolation and abuse. God grew distant in my adolescent years and I found myself scrambling to make sense of life. Amazingly, in the throes of what I consider now to be a last chance effort to have relationship with God, He encountered me in a powerful way and changed my life. Had it not been for a father who valued his children’s spiritual lives, I may not have reached out for that opportunity.My son, while an English major in school, told me that “there are a lot of good writers in the world, but few have found what to write about.” I think that this is my time to write, much like a singer who is fitted with a song. I’ve discovered that through the years things have found a place to settle in my heart, where God has nurtured them and fanned the flames that have become my passion. I’ve been accused of writing from within my background of poorness. I suppose there’s truth to that, as God carves a man’s mold from where he lay in the clay, but I see another reason for my style. I think the heart of Jesus was for the underlings and unlovely of life in every respect; physical, emotional, economical, and spiritual. I’ve chosen to relate to that individual in my writing, as I’ve been fortunate to struggle in those areas in my personal life. I’ve made myself vulnerable in my writing to accomplish that.

Be looking for my next book. It’s a reflective work of stories and life experiences between God, me, and a dog named Cody.