I believe most of us are multifaceted and don’t fit neatly into boxes, but that’s where we’ll start: Deaf, married, vegan, and a New Englander. I’m a clinical social worker who has served in outpatient, inpatient, residential, and victim services with Deaf, deaf, hard of hearing, late deafened, Deaf-Blind, and disabled individuals. I write, read, and enjoy playing in an unruly garden. And I love being in, on, or near water.
Does that list convey enough, or do you want to know why I invite you to the edge? It’s simple — the edge is where things happen. Or don’t. The edge is where sunrise chases night. The edge is where blue could be purple or green. The horizon where land seems to meet sky. The edge is the tipping point into being and not being. Potential and reality. The edge is where things change, beliefs shift, and life happens — characters grow. My favorite books lead me to the edge and continue stirring my gray matter long after I’ve finished them.
I craft stories that may include self-discovery, loss, and transformation. I especially love writing about strong women, whether they arrive on the page ready to fight or need time to find their inner warrior. Many of my characters come from the Deaf community, where communication is critical. One misunderstood word or sign can tip a person or a world into chaos.
Not surprisingly, I live on the water’s edge with my wife and rescued Bengal cats, four-pawed masters of potential and love.
