I was born in Arkansas, played in Louisiana, and lived in Texas. Mostly in a small border town called Texarkana. It's just about a mile from here to there. And you still aren't anywhere. It's the kind of town in which you can stand on the steps of a Baptist church and lob a rock across State Line Road to hit the front door of the liquor store. No matter how many roads you take to get out of there, it's the kind of town that just hangs in your soul, coloring everything you do or think or say. Kind of like the small Texas town you'll read about in A Home for Wayward Husbands. A Home for Wayward Husbands is about people surviving with the odds all against them. There's some romance, some sex and a bit of mystery. The folks in this book are trying to keep secrets from each other and everyone knows you can't keep a good secret in a small town. Not in any I've ever lived in anyway. I live with a man, a dog and my imagination.