Howdy, my name's Glen and I'm from central Kansas, where I rode horses, shot guns and went to church. After my mom died young, I lost the horses, went to art school, moved up to Maine for a while, struggled with addiction and cursed God for twenty-five years. At thirty-five, I got leukemia and suddenly realized how lucky I was to be loved by so many. Now, I'm a recovering alcoholic who prays, draws pictures and sings old country tunes.