Bio

Writing has been a constant in my life as long as I can remember. When I couldn’t do anything else, I could write. As a kid, there were long periods of time in the hospital when I couldn’t be with my classmates. But I could write to them – about the hospital, about the looks and the smells, the contraptions some kids were attached to, about the nurses, x-ray machines, free comic books and learning new tricks in the wheelchair and on crutches from other kids.

I figured out that by writing to my classmates, I would get letters from them. Their letters were shorter than mine, but thirty short letters made for a lot of reading and connection.

Writing in particular was a way of going places and doing things that defied my confinement. In time, writing came to be a means of expressing feelings of apathy, anxiety, anger, affection and alliterative assonance, accidental and . . . not.