About Me

By day a mailman in a small New England town populated by people almost as strange as the ones I work with; by night a writer who used to live in a friend's attic but has now moved back home with Mom and Dad at the sad age of 42, pounding laptop keys into the small hours of the morning. Separated, with divorce an eventuality, I spend every day after work visiting my 8-year old son (whom I call Handsome, for the purposes of this blog), marveling at how he views the world and trying to take care of the house-that-once-was-mine... You can't write stuff like this! No, wait... I am writing stuff like this....