I grew up with the sound of the typewriter, my father was a technical writer writing for a top secret research group called SRI. He read the dictionary every night, instilling in me a love for words. But since I was a rebellious son I threw away grammatical laws and became a poet. My first book, Silent Ripple: Parables for the Soul, uttered its first breath, story, while on a walkabout in Australia, praying to God to write a book.