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
A life lived opposite
My dad’s motto in life was that he never wanted to visit anywhere he’d never been before. If that sounds incredibly twisted and perplexi
Morning coffee
The boy didn’t seem to notice that his mother looked lifeless. She sat rigid at the table in the coffee shop, unblinking and lost in a dee
Every barrier
He crosses every barrier for us—his lost sheep wandering off alone.Raging waters and dry deserts—he settles and endures.Mountainsides an
Knocking at the door
My necklace fell heavy against my chest as I scaled the rocks. Moving between footholds, I felt the metal cross swing out like a door-knocke
Makes me believe
Finally, this afternoon, when the house was still—the snow trucks had passed and even the appliances were silent—I went up to my prayer
Learn to love like Him
My heart wants to become his heart. And yet everyday I find myself making a mess of things. Leave the stones on the ground: that should be m
The kids table
My grandparents lived in a house that seemed very much like a castle to me. When I was much younger, our whole family would gather there to
Only prayer
Only prayer could call down a snowfall this beautiful. Someone must have knelt in solitude, morning after morning, asking for the world to b