I was born in August, 1966 to Frank and Deann Hare in Paterson, New Jersey. My parents were born and raised in the Hickory, North Carolina area and after about 6 years of marriage and with 4 small children, my father lost his job as a truckdriver so we relocated to Paterson for a job opportunity. I was born a year or so after the move, and 4 years later my younger sister was born. About a month after her birth, we piled in the beat-up old station wagon and moved to Charlotte, North Carolina.
We were a fairly typical lower-middle class family. I had 3 older brothers, 1 older and 1 younger sister, and my parents were rooted deeply in the Baptist church. My mother went back to work when my older sister was old enough to care for us after school, and she also went to college at night to become a registered nurse. As a child, I never realized all that my parents sacrificed for their children. My dad drove a truck 5 - 6 days per week, back in the days when the only communication home was a long-distance call he often could not afford to make. He rarely saw his wife or kids. My mom worked all day, went to school all night, and had the day-to-day responsibility of keeping the kids fed and alive. Not an easy job!
I was about 5 or 6 when I realized I was different. I preferred playing with my younger sister and her best friend, was fairly uninterested in sports, and not a fan at all of rough play with the neighborhood boys. My mother would later say when I was around 6 she realized I was going to be gay, although it would be years before I understood what 'gay' meant. I was my parent's 4th son, it was crystal clear I was different when they compared me to the older sons. This worked in my favor, as it gave my mother 10+ years to condition my father towards acceptance.
My official 'coming out' was boring. The build up in my brain was tormenting, but I waited too long. One night a 'friend' left our house (I still lived at home) and my mom asked if he was my boyfriend. I said yes and she said she didn't get a good feeling about him and to be careful... she was right about him and that was my big coming out. Within a day or two, my mom had told all of my siblings and told them they better support me. Mostly they did.
My dream job was always to write fiction, but I never felt good enough. I started and stopped a million bestsellers, keeping the glass half-full, and now at 53 I'm finally allowing my creative side some room to grow. I sincerely hope you'll read my book(s)!