I’ve written with the intent of publication since college, but with terrible follow through. I was delayed by the demands of heading a single parent household, and a lot of paralysis I could attribute to introversion.

I prefer book-length writing, so it’s only on occasion I’ve constructed throw away personal essays – or autobiographical chemical spills. They’ve moved through advancing computer file storage technologies without readership. Until now.

Welcome to my online library or virtual shoe box of castaway ruminations.

My Writer’s Life

A short essay read aloud, in the tradition of my father’s favorite pastime, audio books née books on tape.