How I Lost My Home… And Found Something Stranger
About a year and a half ago, I quietly disappeared.
My website closed.
My social media went silent.
And aside from a short message explaining that life had taken an unexpected turn, I said very little about what had actually happened.
During that time I received messages from people checking in, asking if everything was alright. I’m grateful for every one of those messages, even though I wasn’t always in a position to respond.
Sometimes life takes a turn that requires you to step away for a while and figure out what the next chapter is going to look like.
For a long time, I simply didn’t know what that chapter would be.
But the truth is… life took a turn I never saw coming.
And that turn led me somewhere far stranger than anything I had ever written about.
When the Ground Disappears Beneath You
For many years my life followed a fairly familiar rhythm.
I was an award-winning writer creating horror comics and graphic novels. My days were spent exploring strange ideas, building dark worlds, and telling stories about the mysterious corners of human experience.
Tarot had also been part of my life for many years, though mostly as a personal spiritual practice — a reflective tool for understanding life’s cycles and challenges.
Then circumstances at home deteriorated to the point where staying there was no longer possible.
What followed happened very quickly.
I had to leave.
And when I did, I found myself in a position I never expected to experience in my life.
I was suddenly homeless.
Not metaphorically displaced. Not temporarily inconvenienced.
Homeless.
It meant leaving behind not only my home but also the place where I worked, wrote, and built much of the life I had known.
It was not a chapter I had planned.
But sometimes life insists on writing its own plot twists.
Following the Strange Path
When everything familiar disappears, the world begins to look very different.
In the middle of that uncertainty, tarot became more than just a personal practice. It became something I began sharing more openly with others, offering readings and guidance for people navigating their own strange chapters of life.
Around the same time, another door quietly opened.
I began exploring paranormal investigation.
At first it was simply curiosity — an interest in unusual stories, strange experiences, and the objects people believed were connected to them.
But curiosity has a way of expanding once you start following it.
I began speaking with people who owned objects they believed were haunted. Items with unsettling histories. Things that had been passed down, discovered, or inherited, and that their owners no longer felt comfortable keeping in their homes.
Which led to an unexpected question.
“What should we do with them?”
Giving Lost Things a Home
Eventually, some of those people asked whether I would be willing to take responsibility for these objects.
Items their owners no longer wanted to keep.
Objects tied to unsettling stories or unexplained experiences.
And so, somewhat unexpectedly, a sanctuary began to form.
It’s called Little Lost Souls.
It’s a place where haunted or unusual objects can be housed safely and respectfully. Not sensationalized. Not exploited. Simply given somewhere to exist without causing distress to the people who once owned them.
There is a quiet irony in this part of the story that is not lost on me.
At the very same time I was experiencing homelessness… I found myself becoming the caretaker of objects that had nowhere else to go.
Strange things that people no longer felt able to keep in their own homes.
And somehow, even during that chapter of uncertainty, I was still able to give them one.
Life has a peculiar sense of symbolism sometimes.
The Stories Never Stopped
Even while life was unfolding in ways I hadn’t anticipated, one thing never really stopped.
The stories.
Writing has always been the thread running through everything I do, and during this strange chapter I continued developing new ideas and stories quietly in the background.
Some of those stories are now waiting patiently for the right moment to come to life.
Thankfully, my artist on my most recent books, Kristian Rossi, has assured me that even within his very busy schedule he has room set aside to illustrate them when the time is right.
So although life may have taken an unexpected detour, the work itself never truly stopped.
It was simply… waiting.
Exploring Darkness Through the Lens of the Heart
Long before any of this happened, I often described my work with a simple phrase:
I explore the darkness through the lens of the heart.
Originally that philosophy guided my writing.
Now it guides much more than that.
It shapes how I approach tarot readings.
It shapes how I investigate paranormal phenomena.
And it shapes how I care for the unusual objects that have found their way into my life.
Darkness isn’t always something to fear.
Sometimes it’s simply something that needs to be understood.
Sometimes it’s something that needs to be cared for.
A New Chapter
So that’s where I’ve been.
Life took an unexpected turn. A difficult one in many ways.
But that same turn also opened a door into a strange and fascinating new chapter.
This website is reopening as part of that journey.
Here you’ll find my writing, of course — storytelling will always remain close to my heart. But you’ll also find reflections on strange stories, insights from tarot, and occasional glimpses into the curious world of haunted objects and paranormal investigation.
In many ways, the work I’m doing now isn’t so different from what I’ve always done.
I’m still exploring strange stories.
The difference is that some of those stories are no longer fiction.
Some involve objects that carry unsettling histories.
Some involve investigations into experiences people struggle to explain.
And some begin with a simple question:
What happens when something refuses to be forgotten?
Those are the kinds of stories you’ll begin to find here.
