There isn't a day that goes by I don't realize what an immeasurable privilege it is to be able to call a man so many admired "Dad."

Twenty years ago, September 19th was a Saturday. The night I walked into the Lone Tree in downtown Minneapolis. And met the man who...

“…In seizing the firm land at the top of these cliffs, they began to seize back the continent of Europe. Two hundred and twenty-five came...

Why write an epic about Ireland when you spent a year living in Scotland and studying Scottish history? Here are some answers: The first...

So here’s the thing about tacos: Their delicious. I could eat them every day, two and three times a day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner,...

…Natalia came to a great gothic gate with the words Saint-Cloud on it with a bright smile on her face. Then she looked up the long drive...

If you’ve ever queried a literary agent, then you know it’s a special kind of hell. Frankly, I thought writing a book would be the most...

[Jack] stood a hairsbreadth behind her, all the nerve endings closest to her firing and crackling, his fingers twitching to touch. ...

So my storyboard is pretty benign, nothing scandalous on it, really. I'm saved from having to explain too much to my boys because they...

Originally posted on September 11, 2016. Fifteen years ago, on a day when so many Americans lost loved ones, I began the journey that...