About Kevin
Jesus Follower
Christ’s love transforms – instantly and forever – when you believe. I’m no longer a seeker for God’s truth – I’m a purveyor.
Dad
He has three children who are a popular muse for his personal writings.
Friend
More important than the treasures of the storehouse are the treasures of the body, and the treasures of the heart are the most valuable of all.
Writer/Journalist
Writing and communicating, no matter the medium, are genuine passions extending beyond career creative outlets.
Magazine Editor
Feature writing, essays and short stories have appeared in The Kansas City Star, Urban Times, Review, Ink Magazine, Present Magazine, and Career College Central.
Public Relations
Kevin has worked in the Public Relations and Communications field for industry leaders such as: DuPont, Sun Life Financial, PlattForm Advertising and Career College Central.
Latest Articles
Baby clothes
With the same gentleness that she would handle an infant, she folded the baby clothes and set them on the shelf. She was kneeling in the back of
Little book
I have in me a little angel, with a faint voice, who always speaks from his heart. But I also have in me a roaring devil who screams daily—and
A prayer released
From my lips the prayer is released.I watch it go up on something like angel wingsriding wherever the wind takes it,but always climbing,angl
Undoing our graves
Pilate told his soldiers to make the tomb as secure as they could. I’m sure they followed orders, sealing it off with a barrier no man cou
Three days without Jesus
I wonder sometimes what those three days must have been like. After watching him pierced and humiliated came the endless hours and sleepless
In your prayers
In the gospel written by Luke (a physician), he mentions that Jesus was in such anguished prayer in the Garden of Gethsemane “his sweat wa
A poem written in my bathtub
Of course, it depends on the woman. But generally speaking, it’s not looks or money or anything material. The desire isn’t a certain lif
Poor penmanship
Better than a padlockor security alarmis the garbled handwritingwith which I keep my journals.Printed in faint pencil lead,the words gofrom