Secret

Secret

Are you sure you want to read this page?  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

It ain’t pretty; I’m much like an amateur fiddler who happens to be tone deaf. While I adore books and reading, my brain was never meant to write literature. Medicine is my God. But I continue to lust after poetry.

With a little bit of luck, outstanding comprehension of the written word, superhuman reading speed, and the ability to store bits and pieces of irrelevant and irreverent trivia, even I have managed to get my name on a couple of children’s books in translation.
Believe, and thou shalt be published. Amen.