MY STORY

I write literary fiction, thriller/suspense fiction, historical mystery fiction, contemporary mystery fiction, and narrative nonfiction. 

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My stories reflect my life.

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January 1944, the date of my birth, was sandwiched between the last years of World War II and the beginning of the Baby Boom.  I spent my first days with hayseeds stuck to my diaper on the family-owned farm. The soil produced more rocks than crops. My father was a man who valued “a good day’s work” and saw virtue in the “good clean dirt” under his fingernails. In 1940, Dick Cowley married Sarah Doolittle, a child born in southern Georgia and orphaned at the age of three by the Spanish Flu pandemic. At the age of twenty-four, she, who wanted the good things in life and wasn’t into farming, married the mature thirty-six-year-old, a man who was a farmer at heart.

I, the second of three children, was sandwiched between an older sister and a younger brother. And so it went. I navigated my salad days, an angry young man.

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Intent on avoiding a life of quiet desperation, I consumed life’s experiences and fed my muses.

Learning is a joy. I approach every challenge as an opportunity to mature as a person and as a writer.

To find out more, please feel free to contact me.