Training

I didn’t set out to become a writer. That would’ve required a level of foresight I simply didn’t possess at age thirteen, when my primary concern in life was avoiding P.E. and pretending I’d done my homework while still damp from the printer. Writing sort of… happened. I remember the first time I was told […]

Some people juggle hobbies. I juggle a creative agency, three children, a very patient wife, crime fiction deadlines, and a social media feed where I regularly pretend to be funny. It’s less of a schedule and more of a live-action game of Tetris where the blocks are on fire and I’m narrating the chaos with

I’ve never set out to make fun of tragedy. That would be cruel — and I’m far too emotionally fragile to withstand the karma. But I’ve noticed something over the years: the line between “traumatic” and “hilarious” is surprisingly thin… and often drawn in hindsight. There’s this quote — I don’t remember who said it,