my father likes to say that while other children learned to sound out single words, my first word was a sentence, and it was, “dad, would you please get out of my face?” and i wasn’t even two years old.

a lifelong overthinker, avid reader, and writer of many things, words are my primary entryway into existence. too many of them run through my head at any given moment. if you want to know how to reach me, find exactly the right words——i’m a sucker for them every time. for the last decade and some change, words have been my primary means of employment.

you can peruse some of my written exploits using the buttons below.