Some have said that if you see me on the street (usually with a book in hand or a laptop fired up), I appear a cold, hard-fisted person.  However, once we've spoken for five minutes or less, you'll have laughed at least once.  That is, provided you appreciate sarcastic, self-deprecating wit.

My first short story was penned in middle school and I was hooked ever since.

Difficulty thinking outside the box soon evaporated when I received something that didn't come in one: my first child.  While at home with the baby my imaginative energy got the better of me and my first memoir was written.  It had been a dream of mine to write about my late father, who passed away from alcoholism in 1992, and it took me two years to compose a fifty-page manuscript, but I did it.

The rest is history.  Countless manuscripts and self- published books later, this is it.