A life of exploration, awakening, and coming home. It starts off Kings Creek in Weirton, West Virginia: eight kids in a house in the hills, a creek out back, a steel mill humming down along the Ohio, and the things that happened there that a grown man is supposed to outgrow, and never did.
The stories are mine. The possibility is yours.
Not a sermon and not a self-help book. True stories, told straight: funny, hard, tender, and now and then hard to believe.
"Before I knew what a stock chart was, I knew how to read a creek."From Chapter Two, Kings Creek
The journey starts at the beginning: Kings Creek and growing up in Weirton, told in order, the way it happened. More chapters are on the way.
A big family, a small house, and the first strange things a boy keeps to himself.
Where the streets quit being flat, the woods began, and nobody came looking until dark.
Premonitions, fights, girls, and the town at the bottom of the hill coming into focus.
The road out of Weirton runs through a near-fatal health crisis in his twenties, years involved with a monastery, the highs and lows of the markets, and the quiet clarity found in nature. Those chapters are being written now.
You want the real story, not the version dressed down to make it easier to believe.
This book isn't meant to convince you of anything.
It's meant to crack a door open.