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Gary was born and raised in Williamsport, Pennsylvania. He currently lives in Arnold, Missouri, just outside of St. Louis with his wife Linda and their rescue cat Walter. Gary is a proud grandfather of four and is a member of Connect church in Fenton, Missouri. He is an avid baseball fan and enjoys swimming, spending time at the beach, model railroading, reading, and writing.
A Brand New Song
I will not pass this way again
Nor tarry here too long
I’m going to another place
A place where I belong.
A land where milk and honey flow
And the streets are paved with gold
Where there will be no pain or death
Where I will not grow old.
There I will meet my Savior
And those who’ve gone before
We’ll worship God and sing His praise
Christ Jesus whom we adore.
When I see the pearly gates open
I will hear Him call to me
I’ll look beyond the Jordan’s bank
And His radiant face I’ll see.
I will not be down-hearted
I will shout a brand new song
I will be upon the golden shore
Upon the brand new morn.
So please don’t cry don’t shed one tear
I can’t tarry here too long
Cause I’m going to another place
A place where I belong.
Have you ever met someone and known immediately your life would never be the same? That’s how it was when I met Brian. One smile and my world was rocked to its core.
Everyone has that one love they can’t forget. The one that spoke to your soul, not just your heart. At twenty-six, I had never been in love. I thought I was broken. Then I met Brian. There was something about him that spoke to my soul. He was everything I dreamed the man for me would be, with one major flaw. He was married. Even if he wasn’t, I knew he wouldn’t want me. Overweight for most of my life, I was shy around men. I preferred to remain in the background, never calling attention to myself. After being teased in my formative years, I had scars on my soul.
Brian offered me his friendship. I was happy to accept. I was careful not to talk much about myself. I thought if I hid my heart behind a stone wall, I’d be able to protect myself. I tried to be friends, truly I did, but sometimes friends sneak into your heart with no warning. I don’t remember when it happened. One day we were friends, the next I was in love with him. I tried to hide it, but I think Brian knew. There was something about him that my starving heart couldn’t resist.
For three years, I saw him almost every day. The more time we spent together, the more I fell. I watched as he flirted with other women, pretending it didn’t break my heart. Women were attracted to his sexy looks, but they didn’t know him like I did. They didn’t see past the outside at the man within. They didn’t know how much he loved his son. They didn’t experience his humor, his compassion. Those were things he shared with me. When his life began to crumble, I was the one who he turned to. I was the one who convinced him to mend fences.
When Brian finally said the three words I had longed to hear, I let fear keep me from saying the words I should have. In an attempt to protect what was left of my heart, I stopped seeing him. We stayed in touch at first, but as the years went by our communication was few and far between.
Before I knew it ten years passed. I hadn’t looked at another man, I took a chance and reached out one August day and he replied. The butterflies that filled my stomach and the smile I couldn’t contain told me all I ever needed to know. Like it or not Brian had my heart. He always would. Brian wanted to meet, but I was hesitant. In the years we’d been apart, I’d planned to lose the weight, but had gained instead.
The more we texted and talked, the more I knew I had to see him. It was like we had never parted. When we met up for the first time, there was a difference to him. Our friendship grew stronger, deeper. Brian is my best friend, my confidant, my soul mate. Hearing him say I love you can fill me with love and break my heart at the same time. When he hugs me, I know I have found where I belong, my home.
How can our friendship survive when loving him is forbidden? I won’t cross that line. I won’t be that woman. I love Brian enough to let him go. Will I ever have my happily ever after?
Anyone who has a child in their life, whether as a parent, family member, teacher, or someone else involved in the child’s care, should read this book. The information contained will change how you view music. It will not only have a positive, direct impact on the child; it will have an impact on you, the reader, as well.
Every parent or teacher has the capability of using music. Would more of them take the time to sing and dance if they knew how valuable taking the time was? If one of the basic tools for building a brain was music, would you use it? I am handing you that tool right now with this book.
Come join me as we begin Building Brains with Music.
When Nick Dewhurst experienced the ending of a friendship, he felt a great sense of loss and grief. With I’ve Finally Lost It, Nick takes a look at many different types of grief that often go overlooked. Many books will focus on the loss of a parent or loss of a spouse, while this book covers those topics it also dives into some very personal stories regarding the loss of a job, a pet, a best friend, faith and even an entire identity.
Nick leverages all his experiences as a United States Navy chaplain, firefighter, youth pastor, father, and husband to demonstrate that many types of grief and loss are common to everyone. Instead of reading this book through the eyes of a counselor or psychiatrist, you can read it as if you’re on a journey with a new friend.
These emotionally written short stories combined with humor and scriptural truth use a personal touch to help anyone experiencing all types of loss know that they are not alone as they walk their path of grief.
A face is lurking in the darkness. The face of…pure evil.
In 2005, teenager, Christopher Robertson, with some other dropouts started a band. Unbeknownst to them, there is evil hunting them, watches their every move. Evil is coming for each of them…all because of Christopher. What did Christopher do to attract this evil?
Our Little Room is a simple metaphorical story written to explain Angela’s understanding of her relationship to God. She uses the concept of a private space that is hers alone with God. It is simple enough for a small child to hear yet with a depth that adults everywhere can receive and relate to. It’s a reminder that somewhere before things in life got complicated and intellectual, we all had an uncontaminated simple happiness inside. Our Little
Room is a gentle instructional guide to finding that place again.
"Lake Barrow, Florida is a small, central Florida farming community which prides itself on loving three things: faith, family, and the mighty Spartans of Sims County High. The tiny Bible-belt town is also home to a long-standing feud between two of its most prominent families, the Gills and the Danforths.
Jayce Leonard is a hometown football hero from Lake Barrow who is all too familiar with the Gill-Danforth controversy. After achieving success as a college quarterback at a small university, Jayce is called home in 2003 to coach at his alma mater at the age of twenty-four, making him the youngest high school head coach in the state of Florida. However, he soon finds himself squarely in the middle of his hometown’s checkered history again as he seeks to start a family and successfully lead his beloved Spartans on the gridiron. Alongside him is his college teammate and best friend, Soul Rasheed. "Coach Soul," as he is known to the team, is a Muslim and former favorite receiving target of Jayce's whose enthusiasm and charisma quickly endear him to the players. However, Soul's presence in Lake Barrow - along with his faith - soon generates fresh strife in the midst of the ongoing discord that has plagued Jayce’s small town for years.
Soul Sprints is a football tale of love, friendship, tolerance, and the ties of family and community that bind, even in the unceasing presence of bitterness and prejudice in post-9/11 America."
