Sadly, this is a true story. My mother abused all of her kids, but she really abused me. I start with the abuse, but just before she died, we forgave each other. Yeah, I was guilty myself... I never hurt her, but the hate in my heart slowly melted. youtube.com/watch?v=AP7KZu9v…

I wrote this in 2019 about my 7-year-old grandson. He told me he was a space alien robot... and we talked about it for weeks. Out of those talks came this story. tinyurl.com/3exzr82h #KidsBeingKids #childrensstories #grandkids

I'm going to 'sign off,' but keep working on my latest novel, "Different Hands on the Elephant - Different People See Different Truths." Oddly enough, there are no elephants in the story. Hmmmm Good night!

It's a scant 99 in the upper ten-mile strip of Florida. We go into Valdosta, Georgia, several times a week, and I love the wooded area that reminds me of my home state of Michigan. Be safe, be happy, and SMILE!!!

A mystery ends when the answer is revealed. A myth ends when the reader realizes the answer was never the point. The point was the journey and the person who took it. - My philosophy when writing. #Writers

For my #author and #writer friends: When you finally find yourself arguing over one line of dialogue, the story has probably already found its voice. As we used to say a long, long, LONG time ago... ya gotta keep on keepin' on. Good night!

For all the authors out there: A life isn't measured by the stories we finish. It's measured by the stories we're grateful we were allowed to tell.

From my current story, "Hands on the Elephant:" Thomas says, "History isn't made of events." Linda asks, "What's it made of?" Thomas smiles. "People deciding what deserves to survive."

A pair of lines from my current novel, "Hands on the Elephant." This story was slow to start rolling, but now, the chocks have been removed & its ready to rock. Every great mystery asks, "What happened?" The best mysteries eventually ask, "Who can be trusted with the answer?"

This story was inspired by my then 7-year-old grandson, who told me he was a space alien sent to Earth to observe us. It is also a story of love between a grandfather & a little boy with a vivid imagination. tinyurl.com/y22z8xus

I'm posting links to all of my 32+ audiobooks. This story still gets to me. I was one of the 1st paramedics in 1972. This man was caught in a wrecked car after a bad accident & we couldn't him out. You are the medic. What do you say to a man who is dying? tinyurl.com/2cfssfde

This was my very first attempt to do an audiobook. Looking back at how excited I was as each chapter came back to me, I still get the excitement running through me as I listen to: Things My Father Taught Me. I still listen to it & whisper "Thanks, Dad!" tinyurl.com/3ncs8yhs

I've been pushing some of my written stories, but now I'd like to push the audio versions. Let's start with "Finding Myself Again." This story is far too true, and it was hard to write. tinyurl.com/y66d3vw7

Wishing all a Happy New Year. We are leaving 2025 with gratitude for what held us together and healing for what hurt. Here’s to 2026: softer hearts, braver steps, and room to grow into who we’re becoming. Verwayne

What if help isn’t neutral? In War of the Empaths, a world learns that systems meant to save us also decide who matters. As Order tightens control a quieter force emerges,1 that doesn’t demand obedience, only absence. Survival becomes choice& choice has consequences. Coming soon!

What if help wasn’t neutral? In my new story, War of the Empaths, a world learns that systems meant to save us also decide who matters. A quieter force emerges that doesn’t demand obedience, only absence. Survival becomes choice. And choice has consequences.

In War of the Empaths, a hidden system called Order optimizes humanity by rewarding obedience & erasing disruption. A new force, the Quiet, emerges, choice becomes dangerous & disappearance becomes tempting. Humanity must decide what it’s willing to lose.