Michael didn't come to writing through a quiet life with room to reflect. He came to it through forty-two years of living at the edge.
From fifteen, he moved in and out of the system. Jail. Prison. Circumstances that would have broken most people, and nearly did. His first encounter with faith came inside a cell at eighteen — not a conversion, just a door left slightly open. He spent the next two decades slowly walking through it.
He thought he'd arrived somewhere safe at forty-two. He hadn't. His marriage collapsed. And in the wreckage came the loss that undid him most — losing daily life with his daughter, Lila.
It was inside that collapse that everything he writes about took shape. Not as comfort. As clarity.
Freedom From Self is what he found when he stopped performing. Letters to Lila is what remained when everything else was gone.
He is based in Greenville, North Carolina, writing, building, and refusing to quit.
The fight for more time with Lila is ongoing. Your support — however it comes — makes that fight possible and helps create resources for fathers everywhere facing the same battle.
It means more than you know.