I’m a storyteller. Sometimes that means books. Sometimes it means photographs. I step into my creative mode and there’s no knowing where I might be swept off to. If you recognize the reference, we’ll get along fine.

I taught myself writing the same way I learned programming, the guitar, and photography; by trying things, messing them up, and keeping at it. I spent many uncomfortable nights shooting high school sports and rodeos, and more than twelve years writing novels for kids and teens. These days I’m enjoying writing adult fiction.

I’ve been sober since I was twenty‑one, but the real turning point came much later, when I finally learned how to stop standing in my own way and let other people in. These last few years reshaped me in a way sobriety alone never did, and that second beginning is the quiet current running beneath the stories I write.

I grew up in the Boston area, where summers meant baseball and winters meant shoveling my nana’s driveway. After almost three decades of New England cold, I headed west and settled in Arizona’s White Mountains in 2020.

My wife and I got married in Certaldo, Italy, during a three‑month stay that still feels like something from a Hallmark movie. When I’m not writing, you’ll probably find us hiking, enjoying the mountain air, or watching Hallmark Christmas movies.