Michael sitting outside

Born in Massachusetts but grew up in Vermont.  That meant I couldn’t call myself a Vermonter.  Raised Mormon, but my father wasn’t a member.  That meant our family wasn’t forever.  Gay, but lived the first fifty-four years as straight.  That meant…Well, I’m still trying to figure that out.  Like me, my work defies category.  Mostly fiction, but not all.  Mostly prose, but not all.  A titch of science fiction.  Or maybe fantasy.  But it’s mostly about human beings caught in the in-between places.  That’s where I live.  Come into my world.