Tag / Michael

Hey. Um…

Hey there. I’m not really good at these things, so I suppose I’ll start at the b

        Jacob was staring into the back corner of the cave where the tall angel Mic

“Daddy, are we there yet?”

The voice of a petulant little girl can get grating after a hundred mi

We never went to Texas; Texas came to us.

Late Tuesday night, a muggy August night down at The Aeron . I’

Gabriel felt the rush of air flowing through his wings. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel. He looked down

My son,

I have tried.

I want you to know that, above everything. I was always doing what I

In retrospect, punching my hand through the plate glass of the living room window hadn’t been the brightest idea. Now

When I was six, the monster under my bed was a very real fear. I knew the nature of the beast – it liked to feast on

“That’s an ugly shirt, Jules,” I said, shaking my head.


“Nothing makes friends l

“I’m sorry, Michael…”


I nodded slightly, the same automatic nod I’d been