Ever notice “About” pages tell you nothing?

But I’ll be an open book as long as you’re not too judgey, okay?

I once set off my mother’s mace in a hotel room on a family vacation in Cape Cod. It was a light blue cylinder with a curiously bright red button.

Boy, was I surprised. My family, too.

Nowadays, I seek answers to my curiosity in smarter ways through my own short stories and creative portfolio.

If you haven’t judged me too harshly yet, feel free to contact me. 

We’ll talk about our childhood mistakes.