I like many things. I think a lot and write a little more than most. Does that make me a writer? Why not? What if I don’t have an MFA? Last writing-related class I took was an African American literature class my sophomore year in college. Because I needed an elective. What I did take were a lot of business and information technology courses. I got a degree in that. I have been working in that field ever since.  

My interests and therefore topics I write about span family, human existence and movement. You could say I write about social topics, especially immigration. I think and write a lot about politics. Why not? For better or worse, our lives are wrapped in it. Lately, I have been thinking a lot about growing wise and the impending death that comes at the end of that. I mean, why do we live only to die?

And speaking of the thing I studied and now make my living from, of course I write about technology. I try to ignore it, but A.I. seems to be at the crossroads of these two things I think and write about.

With that said, welcome to my veranda. Im glad you are here. Have a seat. I hope the tea I serve helps bridge the gap between you, me and all people like us. Please do come back and often.