T. H’s a dad. A husband. An Army vet. A guy who’s worn combat boots, but now, he

stomps around mostly bare foot. And his favorite place to run? KIDLIT LAND…

Because when T.H writes, WHOOSH…he zips off into his own world. A world were

every letter builds a ladder, every word adds a did that really happen moment, and every

sentence tosses kids straight into a story.

And here’s the secret, T.H doesn’t just write stories. He builds them. Like forts made of

blankets and flashlights and laughter. Like rockets built from cardboard boxes, and a lot of tape.

Like castles that only need crayons and courage and a bit of luck. His stories are meant for kids

to crawl inside, shout from the mountains, and never want to leave.

T.H isn’t just an author. He’s a creator of worlds, a builder of wonder, and a believer that

the best adventures start when a story is born.