"My name is Earl Miller, a lot of people close to me call me Fen. I've led an adventurous life, and throughout most of it you could almost say, magical. I've never really fit into any box, and grew up in what you could almost say was a typical “Ward and Mrs Cleaver” neighborhood with wonderful, loving parents and strong sense of values."

"I'm an artist, writer, father, husband and dreamer. It's hard trying to describe myself in a paragraph or two so you'll probably have to pour over my countless journal entries to really get a feel what I am about. I'm not an easy subject."

"I am not strong, I'm trying to be. Over a month ago, my son's mother completely cut off communication between myself, her and my son. The circumstances in details surrounding all of this I have already written about in my other journals. In all 13 years of my sons life, I have never gone more than a day or two without ever tucking him in bed at night and being able to say I love you, and hear him say it to me. Building this site and trying to get help on my journey to be with him again, is the only thing keeping me going. I have to have hope, even if it's small."

"All of my senses of truth, love, loyalty and strength are really being put to the test now. In truth, if I had my way, there would be no reason for this site or the work that I am willingly taking upon myself to pursue. I have to though, for my son and our family. Thank you for following me on this journey, and if I can help someone else along the way, I just want to say you are not alone."