I never really set out to become an author.
For years, I wrote things down because I needed somewhere to put them.
Thoughts about faith. Family. Law. Responsibility. Grief. Memory. My daughter. The people I have loved. The people I have lost. The strange little moments that somehow stay with you longer than the important ones are supposed to.
Some of it became poetry.
Some of it became fiction.
Some of it became books about carrying responsibility when you do not have the luxury of simply putting...