Today, I am a novelist.

I remember my first story. I was about 11 years-old and sitting at an electric typewriter in my parents’ basement. I had recently fallen in love with tennis and Jennifer Capriati was the wunderkind of the women’s tour. I was inspired. I wrote three pages, single-spaced; a story about a boy about my age who, … Continue reading Today, I am a novelist.

Identity Crisis

What happens when you want to be more than one thing? What happens when your mind wanders and your heart leads you down two separate paths? That’s what I’ve been dealing with for the last few months and it took me a while to figure things out. Now, before I go any further, no, this … Continue reading Identity Crisis