Though it is neither revolutionary nor particularly profound to say so, I am always amazed by the learning that occurs through writing. Even when I think I know my feelings on a particular subject, writing an opinion piece on the matter forces me to refine and interpret my position. Discursive essays are elucidatory for the same reasons. My freelance, just by dint of its subject matter, teaches me volumes and inspires me to find out more. And writing fiction teaches me how I understand and interpret the world. Though there are those who would contend that true understanding is only possible when thought is divorced from language, I think that the gift of language affords us an additional way of interpreting and deciphering our complicated world.

Thus, contained herein is my writing, through which I try to make sense of the world, in one way or another. Much of what is here is old, old, old, but I plan to add new essays, stories, and miscellaneous junk as I write it. Since I'm also trying to make a living as a writer, this may become the home of writing that, for one reason or another, is deemed unpublishable by the powers-that-be. This will not, however, reflect the quality of the writing, but rather the capriciousness of newspaper and magazine editors.

Enjoy.