Born in 1961. Have lived in TX all my life. Divorced with three sons, two dogs (Hobo and Tyson), two cats (Waldo and Smudge), and two gerbils (Nimbus and Gobi). Jobs throughout my life include pizza maker, ice cream dipper, day care worker, bookstore manager, aerobics instructor, high school math teacher, elementary reading tutor, and freelance writer (warning: this, kiddies, is what may happen to you if you get a liberal arts degree). Published books include Breaking Boxes, Damage, Out of Order, Beating Heart, Repossessed, Night Road, and Hallowmere #5 Queen of the Masquerade (with Tiffany Trent). Short stories include The Last Second, in Michael Cart's anthology Rush Hour: Reckless.
“the door to his room is open.his face amooth in sleep.Lips relaxed,boys lips, i remember can be so rough, so tender, so sweet.So full of lies.”
“It’s the glitches and twists, I thought, that make this universe unique and compelling. Without flaws, there would beno depth, no substance.”
“Then he smiled—a lovely sunbeam of a grin.”
“I see what's going on," I said. "You're confusing beauty with this society's current idea of perfection of visual form.”
“That was the Jason most people never noticed. The one who made an effort to spare someone else's feelings. He was being kind to my darling. I cast an affectionate glance at his back.”
“It seemed that the pleasure of cursing wasn't about volume, but about vehemence.”
“It pleased me to think of his being happy.It really pleased me to think that I might have influenced another being's emotions.”
“He didn't look back or wave, although I watched. He just assumed Shaun was there, and would always be there.Humans take so much for granted.”
“First lesson learned: Knowing doesn't hold a candle to doing.”
“An eternity of wishing to speak directly to my Creator - I thought in despair - and this is how He finally contacts me? Through AOL Instant Messenger?”