I was born in Denver so can claim true status as a Colorado native.  At the tender age of 13-months old, with my parents Perry and Sandy, we boarded the majestic Queen Mary and sailed for France.  My father studied at the Universite de Sorbonne and embarked upon a writing career, footsteps in which I was destined to follow many decades later.  Mom found steady work which allowed us to travel around Europe. We returned to Denver in 1953 just prior to the birth of my brother Pete, who was followed a few years later by sisters Eve and Medley Ann.

My folks moved us to the suburbs of Denver, where I graduated high school in 1968.  Following in Dad’s footsteps once again, I enrolled and got enmeshed in life at the University of Colorado at Boulder.  It was an exciting time to be there, motivating me to get involved in the anti-war movement, marching for civil, gay and farmer worker rights, play rugby and become a Sink Rat.

Taking a break from CU, I impulsively headed to Boston where, at a rugby match, I met Diane who became my wife in 1973. We returned to Boulder so I could finish my degree. Upon graduation, we were both hired as teachers in Melbourne, Australia. There, our daughter, Mariah, was born in 1977. The next year, our little family embarked on a six month journey home that took us through New Zealand, Indonesia, Nepal, Iran, Greece and many places in-between.

The first job I landed stateside was in Bath, ME as a fourth grade teacher. While there, daughter Courtney was born in 1980. It took four years for me to learn that teaching takes discipline and organization, not two of my strongest suits. Occupationally floundering, I desperately grabbed a temporary job the legendary catalog company, L. L. Bean, down the road in Freeport. Our son Travis was born in 1981 and soon after we moved into our first home in the town of Topsham. I left L. L. Bean 11 years later with an MBA and a management position.

Sadly, my father passed away in 1989. I was still getting over the death of my sister, Medley, who died in a car accident in 1978.

My restlessness and lack of direction prompted me to uproot the family and move to South Georgia and a couple years later to Chapel Hill, NC. Diane and I decided our goals in life were diverging and we divorced in 1996. The kids who were nearly or already out of high school were devastated but came to see that it was for the best. To further complicate matters, I decided I had been a square peg in a corporate round hole for long enough, and left to become an over-the-road truck driver which I loved.

Truck driving took me regularly through the Denver area where my mother and sister lived. Mom casually informed me that she was in a bridge club with a 40ish young lawyer who had gone to Duke University, Mom’s alma mater. Karen was her name and after I was able to coerce her phone number from my mother, we started intermittently dating. Unfortunately, Mom passed away before Karen and I got married in 2006.

Deciding to settle down and start writing regularly, I came ‘off the road’ and starting driving a school bus. I retired in 2012 to spend more time writing, watching grandkids and travel the world with Karen. These days, Mariah lives in Americus, GA with her three children, Georgia, Medley and Jacob. Daughter Courtney has a beautiful house in Southeast Atlanta where she and her dog, Ruby, explore the parks and trails. Travis lives in Black Mountain, NC with his daughter, Thalia. Life is good!