Here, there be dragons; children, two: Avery & Aurora; love, a lot of love; links to where you can find my published writing online; my odd relationship with Holly, my wife, who will one day (soon, actually) be my ex-wife, and who is the mother of my children. You’ll find. That’s what you’ll do: You’ll find.
And you’ll be tempted. Or, if I’m doing my job, you’ll be tempted to tumble down the rabbit hole, which is where my memoir HOUSE OF CARDS begins. I tell people that for a year my life was Modern Family meets The Good Wife meets Alice in Wonderland. I got lost for a while. Down was up and the hero, or who I thought was the hero, was no hero. I am not a sympathetic character, but you’ll end up loving Holly. Everyone does.
But I warn you: Bring an umbrella, a flashlight, and don’t be afraid to open foreign doors. I’ve learned the best parts of life are what doors hide and keys open.
I liked what your wife said about the addict, paraphrasing, “He was always angry, you just never noticed.” Coming out of a long term relationship with one (still) and dated another (short term) directly afterwards. I get it. They were both sad and angry. Funny thing, I still miss them both.
I’m glad I found you. Every line I read from you, every bruise and cut I feel them on my own flesh.
I love that last line. It’s one you can take away for a rainy day and begin pretty much any kind of story with. Whether first or last, I’ll be marinating on that line like a proverb for the next few days.