Hello! It’s just me, Dan, lover of books, science fiction, peanut butter, and animals – especially dogs. Moose, the cute one in the picture, prefers to take the easy way out when it comes to hiking. He’s just one of the many pets we have. Seriously, you name it, and we’ve probably got it – or at least had it at one time or another. Except snakes, which totally freak me out. Show me a snake; I run. End of story.

My most recent novel (The Robin Sings Alone) was partially inspired by Katelyn Nicole Davis (Feb. 20, 2004 – Dec. 30, 2016). Unfortunately, I never knew Katelyn personally. But I do love what this twelve-year-old girl had to say:

“Even if they slap you, just pull up their sleeves. You’ll see the pain and misery they’ve been through. And I just want you to take their arm and kiss it when you figure it out.”

“Now, I was bullied, and I cut. I was suicidal. I just wasn’t in my right place yet. I will show you how I used to look. Now, I had a really kind heart. I didn’t bully anybody. I was actually a really loving person. I loved everybody and everything. I loved animals. I just loved everything.”

“What matters is inside your heart; that’s the true beauty.”

         Remember your Creator in the days of your youth, before the days of trouble come and the years approach when you will say, “I find no pleasure in them” – before the sun and the light and the moon and the stars grow dark, and the clouds return after the rain; when the keepers of the house tremble, and the strong men stoop, when the grinders cease because they are few, and those looking through the windows grow dim; when the doors to the street are closed and the sound of grinding fades; when people rise up at the sound of birds, but all their songs grow faint; when people are afraid of heights and of dangers in the streets; when the almond tree blossoms and the grasshopper drags itself along and desire is no longer stirred. Then people go to their eternal home and mourners go about the streets. Remember him – before the silver cord is severed, and the golden bowl is broken; before the pitcher is shattered at the spring, and the wheel broken at the well, and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.   (Ecclesiastes 12:1-7 NIV)