You found me. This is where I stash the stuff that rattles in my head: true stories,
occasional bombshells, vintage photos, and videos I probably should’ve left in a drawer.
But here we are.
I almost called this site My Charmed Life, but that felt too chirpy. My life’s had charm,
sure, but I’m more of a stray dog with a bowtie slapped on than anything polished or
predictable.
I was born in Selma, Alabama, but raised in Oak Park, Illinois, home of Frank Lloyd
Wright and Ernest Hemingway. (One of them built houses. The other drank and
complained about writing. Guess which one I relate to.)
I took the writer’s path early: wrote for Trapeze, the same high school paper as Ernie,
then haunted the campus of Southern Illinois University. Attending class was more of a
suggestion.
