So….. I try to write. I write about the woman I love, raising four kids, the pets, the job, and the lack of money that comes with them all. I live south of the South. I lean left of the Left. I try to write about things that won’t get my house firebombed; which makes me a coward or a reasonable parent. I have strong opinions, but I am open to others. I listen before I speak, or write. I talk for a living, but often feel like I don’t have much to say. My kids seem normal, God, I hope we’re getting that right. Oh, and I sleep with my best friend, which is nice.