"How Do I Know There Is a God?" You know what I love about writing? No one can interrupt me. As a kid, I had so much to say but was always cut off—misunderstood. People thought they’d heard enough… but later wished they’d let me finish. I meant well. I always did.In the early mornings in the woods drinking a hot cup of coffee, a man has tim… Read More

There was a time when it felt like the universe was conspiring against me. As I walked my path, I realized I wasn’t alone—not truly. There were others, lurking in the shadows, who couldn’t stand to see me succeed. Someone—a "copycat," a mirror image of sorts—was trying to undermine my every move, all while living in a constant state of de… Read More