Michael D Rourke: 2 books

Flying home to New York I pictured my boxes of diaries being delivered, driven like a western covered wagon train slowly rolling across America. Back in hometown the collection of stories grew by searching for a church, new jobs, another dog and stumbling in and out of love. January of 2002...

From a 1974 motorcycle crash in upstate New York my memoir was born. Seven years of diary writing was the only medicine helping me through confusion and memory loss. Slowly the friendship of storytelling filled the diaries with lifes struggles, victories and lost love. Lyric writing naturally flowed...