About Me

Not gonna lie, I shouldn't be here telling you this story.

That brisk fall day on the trail in November 2024 should have been my last.

I got moosed. Yes, moosed. It's a verb now. 

You're welcome.

Back to the story. I didn't die by moose. I thought long and hard as to WHY. (spoiler alert: I write about this in my Substack, head over and read a little more, and subscribe while you're there)

I realized I survived for the purpose of reconciliation. With my dad, best-selling author Stephen Coonts. With my two adult children. 

Generational estrangement. My dad on one side, my kids on the other, and me in the middle.

Since I didn't die, I figured I better get on with the living.

That's what I've been up to. I zig, I zag, a few steps forward and six steps sideways. That's the journey. 

That's me. 

Glad you're here. Keep reading; this memoir is getting written and I can't wait to announce the next steps!