published work

From my free, 25-page eBook Brilliant Blogging (last updated April 28, 2012; a 4-minute read):

Don’t try to be brilliant every day. Just be yourself, and be concise. No one wants to read your magnum opus in one sitting every day. No one will.

From my essay Adopting Me: An Adopted Child Shares His Perspective (a 3-minute read):

I opened the letters from my birthmother for the first time.

From my short story The Urban Parasite (a 15-minute read):

My father, a compulsive liar, once told me that a person dies every time a leaf falls from a tree. If you catch a leaf before it touches the ground, you save a person’s soul.

From a fiction anthology published in December 2012 called WINTER WONDERS, all profits from which go to a charity, my story “The Sound of Snow.” (longer excerpt here):

“We want to know your child’s first word,” he says.

From my fable Five Sundays (a 4-minute read):

There was once a priest named Fr. Bernard.

I am also the ghost writer of a nonfiction book called Innovate!: How Great Companies Get Started in Terrible Times(April 2010).

To Be Published




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  1. I’m typing this comment through bittersweet tears after reading your birthmother’s essay/article in I was touched by your thoughts on adoption, but your birthmother’s words just touched my heart so much. My mother also had me at 26 and was not married to my father at that time. The way she tells it, things were just matter-of-fact about how I was born and what was going on with my father at that time. Not once did she ever talk about how it felt to be pregnant or what was going through her head as I grew in her belly. I always wondered about her feelings, but never felt like I could ask her. About a year and a half after I was born, my father “shaped up” enough so my mother finally agreed to marry him.

    Through your birthmother’s eyes (via her words) I can picture what it must have been like for my mother to have been out on her own, away from family, pregnant, and not with my father. The main difference, of course, is that my mom decided to raise me, but doesn’t change the fact that both our mothers loved us and did what was best for us in the long run.

    Thank you for sharing your story.

  2. Thanks so much for reading that entry. It’s probably the most personal piece I’ve posted on this blog. I wonder if your mother had the peace of mind that mine did when she was pregnant with me. I thought that was really neat to learn about my biological mother.


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