I write…

It started when I was a kid on a rock-strewn dairy farm in Ulster, Pennsylvania. At first, I was shy about anyone catching me at it. As a young man, I studied for the priesthood for 5 years, then was recruited by Karen Mahoney to serve as a husband and parent, and then went to work for forty-plus years in manufacturing. One day, I stopped hiding what I was — I’ve been writing openly ever since. So, WHAT do I write? The truth, especially when I’m making it all up — a favorite thing to do. Once in a while, somebody tells me how much they like what I’ve written and, for a passing moment, it feels like I should be almost two people to hold that much delight.

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