My mother didn't read bedtime fairytales to me, she made up original stories on demand and performed them. As I grew into my imagination I became the storyteller and told myself stories that seemed as real as memories. I wrote, produced and starred in my first play, A Trip to the Moon, for my sixth grade class years before Armstrong did his 1969 moonwalk.

I'm always asked how I became interested in metaphysics, the paranormal and the idea of transformational love. For this life, perhaps I chose to be born fascinated with a mystical blend of science and metaphysics. I like to imagine that life is essentially nonmaterial, a created reality shimmering into existence at a confluence of arcana and modern physics. And that we secretly know, like ancient adepts, alchemists and today's physicists, that everything is energy.

I grew up during the height of the atomic bomb testing in the American southwest. We lived some 150 miles south of the Nevada Test Site in the northwestern Arizona. Memories have me awakening in my bed as the predawn sky glowed to the north and my world shook. Perhaps witnessing the post-dawn of the nuclear age in such a personal way awakened a desire to prove to myself that life is infinitely more than can be perceived with the human senses. Possibly we inherently possess the great imagination needed to understand that the energy of eternal love is more powerful than any atomic bomb.

Imagine love can transform worlds . . . and enemies to friends . . . and the lonely to soul mate lovers, life after life after life. These are the stories I love to imagine and write.

Imagine . . . love.