Wednesday, May 10, 2017


Hi fellas,
It's been awhile since I've written anything, and even longer since I've been consistent i posting here.
I apologize. For those of you who don't know, I spent six years -from 2008 until 2014- homeless. I lost my job in the economic crash and then I lost my home. I stayed in Nashville, where we lived at the time, because I refused to give up my fatherhood. That required me to sleep in my car.
There is a lot to that story, but I won't recap all 6 years here in one post.
Suffice to say, it was hard to be regular here on this blog. I've been settled here in Virginia for three years now. Life is slowly returning to normal. My daughter is here and she's recovering from the crap her mother's second ex husband put her through. I have a good job and I'm rebuilding.
It was hard to survive all that, so you can imagine that it was hard to write very much content for this blog. But with things at least a little more "normal" now, I am determined to resume this blog and get back to helping the guys out there who have been wounded in this war.
I recently released a new book, chronicling the six years I spent homeless. It's entitled: "Nowhere to lay my Head: The True Story of a Homeless Dad." You can buy it HERE  It's a very emotional read, but it encourages you not to quit.
I may resume the radio show in the future, if things shake out. In the meantime, I plan on expanding this site to include more resources for dads like us.
Never quit, men...never, ever, quit.

1 comment:

Mark said...

Divorced 9 years, my son was 8'years old. Same old scenario , get slammed in court by lies and you fight and fight until you spend $60,000 for nothing. X- wife keeps listening to lawyers and show- cause you to death to the point you just stop going to court and next thing you know your in jail. All that stuff is useless, it's the normalcy with your son is what you search for and hope your man enough to do it. I was not and could not handle it. So broken inside it has devastated my life. Only peace I get is through prayer and you get some relief. Son is 17 now and I don't even know his favorite food. The same old scenario, you want that 8 year old boy back and it just is not going to happen. Hurting 9 years later the exact same and it will never go away. Hole in your sole that woman could never understand. I know I will be with my son when older but getting over the time missed is simply crushing to the soul. We are all in the same boat and God has a purpose for us and that's what I hang onto. Mark