I didn’t set out to be an author. Instead I was merely trying to be a Dad my son would say, "my father was...." over my coffin, then narrate good things..or even maybe shed some real tears. So I figured the only way to get to that..is tell him the truth..my version of Truth, that is. So I wrote. Day in, day out. Over a thousand times. I wrote through the labels, the blows, the tears, and the vows. Dean Lunga's Collection is my promise in print. It’s books and poems as proof that I was here, that I loved, that I chose him, and that I stood in my truth. If you’re looking for perfect poetry, this isn’t it. If you’re looking for real, practiced, sacred truth — welcome. You’ve found it.