Thirty-three years ago, I lived in Richmond, on Marshall Street, with three roommates. Back then, everything was fun. As I’m getting older, though, my definition of fun is shrinking.
This past fall, some family and I took a short vacation to Williamsburg. The weather was miserable–we were stuck in the hotel rooms. I have two friends in the area, Brad from Harrisonburg and Eric from Richmond. It had been a long time since I’d seen either of them. Just having dinner at a nice restaurant, or hanging out in the Econolodge–that was a lot of fun.
From Colorado, I am the youngest of six. I have also lived in California, Michigan, Texas, Tennessee, and Virginia—which is home now. There was always interesting music around the house, and I was encouraged to spend time reading.
As a kid, I would listen to music and read along with the lyrics, study them. I actually enjoyed diagraming sentences and I always preferred essay questions. At VCU in Richmond, I majored in English.
In the nineties, I became involved in zine culture. I cut my teeth as a writer with my publication, 'The Crisp Fabric.' I have formed meaningful friendships with writers and artists I have never met.
My favorite novelists are Kurt Vonnegut, Hermann Hesse, Italo Calvino, and Franz Kafka.
The nonfiction writers I like are Buckminster Fuller, Hunter S. Thompson, and Frank Zappa.
Sylvia Plath and Emily Dickinson are my favorite poets.
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