My Bio...



Two wandering southerners --a sensitive and imaginative Texan bearing a keen resemblance to Vivien Leigh and a close-mouthed Mississippi sailor with a thing for long-legged beauties, snatched me from a blanket of kelp while my somewhat absent-minded and amphibious mother frolicked in the cool, funky waters of San Francisco Bay.Telling each other it was probably for the best, the pair bundled the cooing, chuckling infant into their 1957 Pontiac and proceeded to enlisted Navy housing in San Diego, where a petting-zoo goat attempted to eat my stroller, and later, to Florida, where I attempted to eat a frog...

A peripatetic existence ensued, with so many relocations that I recognize regions by restaurants rather than street names. Writing was inevitable: an easily portable means of creating and transferring dreams while staying on the move...About my career...