Having lived in small towns all my life may seem dull to some, but I have found it a rich and rewarding existence. The middle child of thirteen children, I was fortunate enough to be raised in what I would call an, almost, Walton-like atmosphere of family joys and sorrows, triumphs and tragedies. Remarkably, we are all still alive, except for my mother who lost her life to cancer at the early age of forty nine. But my father continued with remarkable courage--to say the least--and brought us all to adulthood.
I am forty seven now, and enjoy the memories of lazy nights in St. Henry; strumming my guitar on the front porch and singing songs with family and friends. I play guitar and piano and write songs and poems as well. I like telling stories, as I have been surrounded by family story tellers all my life. Always, my father, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles and many family members, they tell the stories of the family's past whenever we come together.
I work with mentally and physically challenged adults, and have for eighteen years. I now live in the small town of Minster, Ohio with my wife and two teenage children. And as I do, the adventure of my life continues.
