The son of a Southern Baptist preacher who was married to a man I buried April 10, 2017. My husband Daniel kept here as I write. Except for one story, all stories are him and me. He will never be forgotten.
There are truly no real new ideas anymore. What we must do now is take the old ideas, reimagine them, and add a twist. That is what I love to do as an author. I take old ideas, remake them into something new, and hope that I have been able to entertain people along the way.
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