Hell Freezes Over

I brought my wife to the airport yesterday. Now she’s on her way to finish up her last military assignment. Before she left, she helped me finally overcome half-a-decade of resolutions (half-lies) to finally get on Facebook.

It’s not that getting on Facebook is hard, I just didn’t want to do it. I was very comfortable living as a virtual hermit in my nicely-appointed digital cave. But my wife, and the bottle of very decent red wine she brought to my office, gave me the reassurance I needed to overcome years of inertia and reluctantly hit the little blue FB-submit button that sets this segment of social media in motion.

As soon as I did, I found out that I had more friends than I remembered and comments began to populate my timeline along the lines of “I guess Hell finally has frozen over.”

For her steady hand, both to hold and to pour, I wanted to say thank you and I’ll see you again soon.

This page will eventually announce when my books will be published, get feedback from readers, and showcase any events I’m supporting.

But, since I’m not there yet this page will tell the story of getting there and the odd, frustrating, and spectacular things that will happen along the publishing trail. For now this page will help to keep me honest about my writing schedule.

In two short months I should have the final draft complete for the memoir I’ve been writing. It’s a story about fathers and sons set against the background of Kuwait, Iraq, and Saudi Arabia where I wondered if I had what it takes, beyond the biological components, to be a dad. I was an airman deployed in support of Joint and Coalition force combat missions while we were trying to understand and later rebuild a country.

I observed many things that were wonderful and horrible about families in surprising places that helped me to frame who I would be as a father. The book has a lot of interesting stories told along a journey home.

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