Here’s where I’m supposed to put something profound, I suppose. But the older I get (I’m 71, and don’t look like that photo on the left any more; the real me is below. But it has been 50 years, more or less!), the more I realize that shooting for profundity is a trap.
My wife, best friend and confidant of 50 years died at home of cancer in 2018. The house we rebuilt over 26 years is sold, I took a few months to live on the road, headed to the Pacific Northwest, where I now live, in Sequim, WA. Perhaps we’ll meet there sometime.
I’m trying to guard against becoming comfortable, complacent. You be the judge, though.
But here’s a brief biography:
- Member, Academy of American Poets.
- Published two books of poems: “I Came From a Place of Fireflies”, and “Snowflakes and Ashes: Meditations on the Temporary“, both at Amazon.
- 10 years out of college working in a city office in Ohio as a fraud investigator/mediator
- Two years in grad school, walked away with a master’s in journalism (University of Oregon. Go Ducks! Unofficial motto: “Northwest of Normal”)
- Six years in voluntary slavery as a reporter and editor—aka “ink-stained wretch” aaka “paid informant”—at two newspapers, where I reported on local politics and everything else from high school sports to swine judging at the county fair; I then variously was a news editor, an assistant city editor and a managing editor at that paper and one other. I acquired a love of newspapers, of conciseness; I also absorbed and nurtured a hatred of lazy writers and dumb rich people (my advertisers, my publishers and the drones at Corporate).
- I spent 26 years at a large university as a writer and editor, and –for 15 years in there somewhere–managing editor of the main web sites. Then I eased toward retirement by doing mostly research writing and managing our IT dept. This was all good. I was lucky to have been in a good place at the right time, and dabbled in technology and the intersection of communications, public service and the Internet. I was there at the beginning of the WWW and, if it doesn’t sound too immodest, saw what was coming before too many others. I managed to do some interesting things back in the day. I’m friends with a guy who was at the table when they invented the Internet. How ’bout that! Still, I’ve always maintained a private life of fiction and essay writing–mostly for my own sanity. There’s very little of the latter left, unfortunately.
- I published a children’s book inspired by the children of a friend, “Mermaid Sisters: First Dive”. 🙂
- I have two sons. One has a master’s in environmental philosophy at the U. of Montana and is a park ranger for the State of Washington and just married a phenomenal woman, and they’re starting a life. The other works at Facebook in Albuquerque, and is as smart and gentle as they come. He travels the world and makes me laugh. They’re both amazing young men.
About the title…. I’m worried that you think I was thinking a bit much of myself. Not the case at all. I was a big fan of Earnest Hemingway’s work when I was old enough to understand some of it. I liked his writing philosophy, the brevity and economy of it. It seemed to help to remember what he’d stood for: write tight (what the best editors demanded) worked in newsrooms, too). When I was thinking of starting a blog, and it seemed more like a lark, ‘-play’ sounded like a little joke on myself, to keep me from taking it all too seriously.
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