I am a writer and this is my website. Read some of my work at the links below, including interviews with Tig Notaro, Kathleen Hanna, Sini Anderson, Cameron Esposito, stop-motion artist PES, and a bunch of other comedians. There’s also funny and/or sentimental essays, and reviews of stuff you’ve probably watched or listened to. And lots of lists. Okay, fine, and an assortment of infographics.
Thought Catalog The Village Voice Cosmopolitan Magazine
The Toast The Hairpin Paste Magazine
DNAinfo McSweeney’s Splitsider Medium
Show Credits: “How I Learned” Blaise Kearsley’s Show, The Miss Manhattan Non-fiction Series at Niagara, The Storytelling Show at Sidewalk Cafe, Tell! at the NYC LGBTQ Center, Backdraft at The Pine Box Rock Shop, Ephrasis at Shoestring Press Gallery, Words with Beers with Friends Bedford Cafe Bar, How to Build a Fire at Open Source Gallery, and Powerhouse Books Arena.
You can buy my ebook and any everything else you’re already getting at Amazon
You can buy some of my writing–along with the innovative stories of Ron Carlson, Amy Hempel, Rick Moody, Lydia Davis, Jonathan Safran Foer, and others–by ordering the book Fakes from W.W. Norton & Co. Here is a review and here is another one. And one more.
Podcasts Listen to some of my work here and there:
Harris Sockel and Me East Village Homos Podcast (Limited Edition)
Blaise Kearsley’s How I Learned Series Podcast
Liam McEneaney’s Tell Your Friends Podcast
The (super NSFW) Wholesome Addiction Podcast
You can buy some more of my writing along with other amazing contributors from Ksenyia and Matt at I Love Bad Movies.
IMDB link Wow, you read all the way down to here? Thanks.
Bio I come from a long line of writers. I’m told that both my grandfathers had checkbooks, and while I’m too young to remember—I’m certain they had occasion to write in them. My mother recently wrote this letter to the Commissioner of Jurors: “No, thanks!” My father once wrote a letter and put it in a bottle. He drove to the Jersey shore and threw it into the ocean. Later, he would discover there was only one set of footprints on the beach because Jesus carried him. My younger sister wrote an unsuccessful graphic novel depicting these events. My older sister is adapting it for a children’s book. I wish her well.