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About the Author
Just before the pandemic, I retired after fifteen years as a high school science teacher. I did other jobs before that, but none was as worthy. Except when I served as a junior officer in the United States Coast Guard. With retirement, however, it dawned on me that I needed to do something with this time. Take
it from a science teacher. The second law of thermodynamics requires
an increase in entropy over time; that is, an increase in disorder
and randomness of the matter and energy of the universe. Meaning
with every action I take, at any time, in my body and within my
surrounding environment, I break down complex things into simpler
things. Things must fall So, I could wait for entropy to do its thing, leading to the inevitable knee or hip replacements and countless other medical procedures and maladies. Or I could do something I always wanted to do before I couldn't. I decided to write. My first novel debuted in November 2022. Refuge: A Novel of Lost Democracy imagines the fall of democracy in the United States in the aftermath of an election. While using a new federal police force to crack down on dissent, the new president initiates a conflict with Canada. The characters, ordinary people on both sides of the border, struggle to cope with this new reality. As for the genre of Refuge, I've settled on political horror. It's a thriller and from what my readers have said, Refuge is disturbingly prescient. My second novel, also a thriller, is Captive. It brings to the page a nightmare every writer or public figure may have envisioned or experienced. The main character, Victor Holt, writes a novel which sends people into a fury. With his life threatened, the reader follows him as fights to keep his sanity. I
live in Rhode Island with Cathy, my wife of forty-six years. I
could not have done this without her encouragement and her help
in reviewing my drafts. Without her, I am nothing. She is the
love of my life.
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I'm
older. That is a fact. Wiser? That is often debatable. Now that
I've arrived at the legally magical age of sixty-five, I carry
a Medicare card in my wallet and can claim eligibility for the
innumerable museum and tourist discounts available to me simply
because I lived long enough.|
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