Hi. I’m Dean.

Husband, father, son, brother, Viking, geek, romantic. Serious on the outside—silly on the inside. I love laughs, thrills, awe-inspiring wonder, and a mean plate of fiery hot wings. My carnivorous tendencies are cut nicely with a razor sharp sweet-tooth. Fortunately, in my world, the glass is most often two-thirds full—which is why I like to play in the shadows of the dim that dark thrillers and horror like to hide. It’s a fun escape from the happy day-to-day. I count my blessings daily. I enjoy being sucked into a story, led through the thrills and oh-my-gods, toward the big reveal that has me striking yes-yes-yes fist pumps or Holy Shit! epiphanies. I’ve also been known to chuckle, loudly, at sophomoric humor from time to time (though I’ll deny it). I genuinely love spending time with my family. My wife and I just click; we have since high school. She’s beautiful, kind and has mastered some serious common-sense kung-fu. My kids are hilarious, and I often stand in awe of their wisdom and genius. When I was their age all I was concerned with was Coke Slurpees, Heather Thomas and heavy metal. Growing up in the Eighties was pretty awesome, what with the hair bands, acid wash jeans (wtf) and the existential threat hanging over our heads from the malevolent Soviet Union. Glad that’s over. Oh, wait … Yes, I am a man who knows, without question, that he is always right—until I’m proven otherwise (which happens more often than you’d think … just ask my kids. Thanks Wikipedia *ugh*). And while I do indeed believe my delusions of grandeur have merit, and that I would make a most wise and benevolent king of the world—using my stoic charms and dashing good looks to right the wrongs set upon this Earth by all of these silly people—I’m certain that world domination has its cons. Honestly, it sounds like a helluva lot of work—a full-time job, an HR nightmare—and I’d rather be writing. Once again, I’m Dean. It’s very nice to meet you.