I grew up learning two survival skills: stay quiet and listen hard. With alcoholic parents, a volatile dad, and a hearing loss, I became fluent in subtext and mood shifts before I hit double digits. Humor was our family’s unofficial therapy, and I built an imagination strong enough to qualify as an alternate residence.

In 1981, NASA hired me, and I worked on the Space Shuttle, then in early AI research. Two master’s degrees later (Computer Science and Psychology—because rockets weren’t weird enough), I stumbled into community theater and started writing backstories for my characters… then entire scripts.

Now I write stories full of wit, humanity, and characters who talk like real people—because I’ve spent a lifetime decoding them. Whether it’s pirates, astronauts, or rogue AI, I promise it’ll be human, a little messy, and probably funnier than it has any right to be.