I’ve been a writer of one kind or another for most of my life, starting by knocking out news for radio stations in Ann Arbor, Michigan. After a few bumps in the road, like DJ-ing elevator music on the midnight shift up in Worcester, Massachusetts, I became a reporter and editor for the Voice of America, broadcasting all over the world. That’s me in front of the helicopter during a European reporting trip.
My short fiction has appeared in these fine literary journals and magazines: The Thieving Magpie, Tension Literary, the Raven Review, Litro Magazine, Adelaide Literary Magazine, the Fictional Cafe, Close To the Bone, the Birmingham Arts Journal, the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Flora Fiction, the Red Fez, and Sledgehammer Lit.
I’m grateful to my parents for sparking my interest in reading and introducing me to The New Yorker in all its greatness. My other heroes include Lauren Groff, Roddy Doyle, Ann Tyler, Lauren Groff, John Le Carre, Carl Hiaasen, Hemingway, Truman Capote, and Susan Orlean (another New Yorker-ite).
Besides writing fiction, I’m a free-lance copy editor and blog about the state of the world, growing older, the writing wars, and life in general. I live in Atlanta, where I belong to and wrangle X and Bluesky for the Atlanta Writers Club.
