Though he is handsome, charming, and an excellent judge of quality footwear when the occasion demands, he can also be described as an easily distracted man with high cholesterol and too many high tops and boots for someone his age.

He’s on the editorial board of Philadelphia Stories Quarterly, which provides him with some experience in reading his work to coffee house crowds where it turns out the most enthusiastic person in the room doesn’t speak a word of English. He’s also acted, performing in the Philadelphia Fringe Festival, where his biggest moment was playing dead while a dancer kept missing her mark and kicking him in the head steadily for five minutes. He has tripped over a surprisingly large number of obvious things. Whenever you are reading this, it is likely that earlier that day he misplaced his glasses; you might be sitting on them right now. Please look. He is the sort of person who would be surprised to learn you have continued reading a long paragraph such as this one, given how print is supposed to be dead, at least in Web browsers. He is the sort of person who is tempted to stretch out a paragraph just to see how far he can take it. He is not the sort of person who would do that in one of his books, which, he believes, you would enjoy much more than reading about him on a Web page, which, intriguing personal clumsiness aside, he does not consider great reading. If you’ve read this far, after the next sentence you should probably click on the Catalogue link and reward yourself with his latest.

He lives in Philadelphia with his wife, his daughter, and his inarticulate cat.