After a fall from a rope, I joked to my gym partner that I’d been pants-wettingly scared. Whitey—mishearing? malicious?—spread word I had wet myself. Gym taught me little: but from Whitey I learned to keep my own counsel.
Freelance writer and critic-at-large for Popdose and Kirkus Reviews. Three-time JEOPARDY! champion. Work recently featured in KYSO Flash and Penny. Currently seeking representation for my novel The Honeythief. Lives and works in western New York with family, cat, and a neurotic dog.