I'm a mystery writer by night.

I was born in the heart of the Rust Belt and harbor a hesitant affinity for its grit. It's gray and grimy and covered in graffiti and, yeah, I love it. It's the perfect backdrop for crime fiction, among other things.

Prior to moving from Northeast Ohio to Michigan's capital city, where I live with my partner and at least one too many four-legged creatures, I was a middle manager for a motion picture exhibition corporation, a content editor for a natural foods store, a retail buyer of nutritional supplements and health-and-beauty aids, a guitarist in a post-hardcore band called The Dread Pirate Roberts, a graduate student, and a certified projectionist. I might be a dilettante.

Now, I'm lucky to be able to do what I love-write and teach. By day, I'm an assistant professor of writing and rhetoric; I get to teach classes in first-year writing, creative writing, interdisicplinary humanities, and professional writing. Although there aren't enough hours in the day or days in the week, I'm never bored. Which is a good thing.

I'm a not-so-closeted existentialist who writes both short and long fiction in addition to the occasional academic article, and I play a variety of loud instruments. I'm hard at work on the second in the Elizabeth Boyle mystery series.

I'm represented by the fabulous Claire Anderson-Wheeler of Regal, Hoffman, & Associates.
  • somewhere in the Midwest
  • JoinedApril 28, 2015


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This is an old-ish story, previously published in The Rubbertop Review way back in 2008. I've learned a lot since then, but one has to start somewhere! This is part of my series involving odd old women, whom we onl...