My family is the biggest part of my story. It has been the many trials and triumphs we have experienced that have molded my writing style and subject. My wife had two brain surgeries during the first 15 years of our marriage, both of which have left her with nagging disabilities since. Our oldest son was an Executive Chef before being stricken with Multiple Sclerosis. I followed suit with that disease 6 yrs ago. Our youngest son (Army 10th Mountain Division) has been called away from his family four times in ten years, including one tour in Iraq and 2 in Afghanistan. It has been our struggles that have molded my world-view more than anything else. Through all of these things God has revealed Himself in great and mysterious ways. Yet not in the story-book fashion which plagues much of Christian fiction. You know, everyone gets saved and lives happily ever after. Like Jacob, we all walk with limps. But we still walk. My wife has lived 25 years past the day our Neurosurgeon first told us she had a year at most. Our oldest son, has a fine family and is productive in more ways than I can count. Our youngest son survived a stint as Convoy Commander in Iraq to return whole and with a Bronze Star.