My Bio? Hmmm. I’m never sure what to write about myself. I always feel like I need to begin with “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” And no, I won’t participate in self-indulgence and spill forth the rest of that monster sentence! But, that was my problem. I always wanted to include everything. I wanted to iterate grand stories of tragedy and triumphs, polar opposites, and vague and mysterious people (myself included). I struggled to be succinct. I labored in drafting the bio for my application to law school, as much as I struggled with the personal section of my very first job application.
It’s comforting to know that certain things in life remain static.
All I can say is that I possess an undying love for a good story. Put simply, I love books. Whether it’s a biography or a salacious, guilty-pleasure novel, as long as there is a good story with compelling characters, this guy is sold!
I remember the first book that spoke to me. Little Toot. You know, that wonderful, centimeter-thick Golden Books classic. I know, you’re thinking I’m being silly. But as ridiculous as that might sound, it’s true. It was a page turner for me. I taught myself how to read when I was 3 years old and as I read that particular book, something struck me. I was Little Toot! Work with me here, I wasn’t able to distinguish between existence and aspiration at such a young age. But I knew I wanted to be exactly like Little Toot. I wanted to be undeniably myself, and to have that matter and be enough. I wanted to help others. I wanted to rise above everything that might stand in my way.
I wanted to make my journey through this world matter. And along the way, I realized that we all do, to some degree or another, no matter what we do or who we are. We all matter.
I matter to my best friend and partner in crime who has put up with me for 19 years and I matter to those who love me and those who tolerate me. But seriously, I allow my passion for the human condition to guide me as I write my stories. They are fiction, but they are also true. They are my life and they are everybody’s life. I hope you can find yourself in my stories, even if the emotional parallels are fleeting.
I’ll leave you with this. I write for those moments when we are not surrounded by noise, or the clamor of the world. I write for that tiny voice inside that we all possess. The voice that says, “Love is beautiful. Life is beautiful.” The voice that makes the heart believe it is a 3 year-old little boy reading a Golden Book on a bed with Star Wars sheets and a second-hand wool blanket.
The voice that tells us that we all matter.