Why I Write Like This Now

Letters to the Son I Never Had

Dear Son,

I had a man named Mike tell me something today that stopped me in my tracks.

He said… Wow! Brother, you touch souls with your words.

And it reminded me why I started writing this way in the first place.

We live in a world soaked in fear, wearied by noise, and poisoned by smooth-talking liars who forgot how to tell the truth. Somewhere along the li…