One day closer to the launch of “Finding Home- Tyler’s Story”. This is not earth-shattering news. Not even for me! But it is a baby step to a destination I’ve been heading towards since this blog started. I think sometimes we keep dreams in a suspended state because in the mind, a dream is pure fulfillment, while in reality, it becomes like everything else in life, not exactly what we had in mind. It’s like waking up from childhood over and over. However, my friends, dreams spur us on to push the boundaries of our strength. Keeping your head to the wind and plowing forward is an experience in itself that ends as soon as the dream is realized. Even so, dream on, move on, because growing is living. Dreaming is taking yourself to new places, maybe unfamiliar once you get there, but empowering as you expand the territory of who you are. I’m keeping this dream small. It doesn’t need to be big. Just getting a book out there will do it at this point. I’m not afraid to learn as I go, to feel the sting of ‘whoops, I should have…”. I invite you to come along for the ride, maybe learn from my stumbles.

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Finding Home is about Tyler who escaped the trap of his dysfunctional family by moving away. But family responsibility calls him back home where he discovers more than just four younger half-brothers who need him, but secret family ties that lead him to unexpected happiness.

Finding Home- Tyler’s Story Book One : New Adult/81k words/ Contemporary Literary

Launching on Amazon (approx.) Jan 9, 2026.

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As promised here’s the excerpt for today:

I see up ahead: a dog running straight down the road on an epic trip. I pull over to the shoulder, jump out of my car, and give a loud, long whistle. There’s not a lot of traffic, any minute, that dog could be history. He stops at my whistle.

“Here, boy!” I cup my hands and yell. There’s a line of cars and a semi coming now. “Come on!”

The dog hesitates. I whistle again. The cars are almost upon us. If he doesn’t come to me, he’ll be crushed. If I run out to him, he could bolt and we’ll both be crushed.

“Dog!” I yell.

He’s frozen in place, ears perked up. I close my eyes, say a prayer to a God I never talk to, then I dash out, scoop the dog up, and slam my shoulder into the guardrail on the other side of the highway. Horns go screaming by like sick death calls. The dog is shaking in my arms. He’s a mutt with some terrier, I think. He licks my face. Just like that, I’ve got a friend along for this wild ride.