I’m the middle child of five. My early years on Staten Island were spent like a Catholic-educated feral cat. Out of the house after breakfast, home for dinner. Not many questions.
Regular smoker at eleven (quit). Drunk for the first time at thirteen (quit that, too). Actually liked school, especially high school, where my modern language was Russian. Eczema kept me out of Vietnam. I did inhale.
Father at twenty and grandfather at forty-seven. College took nine years at four schools (BS from Fairleigh Dickinson, 1973).
Been a challenging husband for a lot of years.
I’ve earned money cutting grass in a graveyard, washing dishes, sorting mail, collecting for a finance company, peddling door-to-door (five days of humility boot camp), bookkeeping, supervising seventy typists and file clerks, and selling insurance – eventually owning the agency with my older brother, whom I miss every day.
After cashing out in 2004, I switched from part-time to full-time fiction writing. Workshops and critique groups slowly showed the way and the light, and I still attend them. My work is rewritten obsessively until it finds a home. Pieces have won (2007) and placed (2008) in the Florida First Coast Writers’ short fiction contests. Others have appeared in numerous e-zines until I switched to writing novels in 2010. REPLACEMENT CHILDREN is my first published novel, and I’m working on two others.
My first-and-only wife, Ann Marie, enriches my life in Ponte Vedra Beach, FL, while the rest of our vast clan prefers to freeze half the year in the northeast. Go figure.