Once upon a time ... there was a story.
I'm sure there's a profound reason why the human condition has always revolved around stories. But I wasn't there when Noh Theatre took off, nor was I there when Shakespeare decided to kill off Juliet. I came in around the time of my mother discovering a Grimm's Fairy Tale anthology at a garage sale, and Clifford the Big Red Dog grew to the size of Emily Elizabeth's house. And I stuck around to read Animal Farm and Watership Down. And one day, my mom handed me a notebook and told me to make my own.
I'm a writer. And these are my stories.
I'm a writer. And these are my stories.
