I just turned 40, so strange. I'm told I don't look it.

I grew up here, moved to San Francisco after college for seven years then to New York for the past eight years, and I returned in last summer. I missed the common courtesy you get here, while also a little annoyed with the forced politeness here. Having a car again, to not be overly crowded, and to have nature so accessible are some great benefits of being back.

I'm returning to school in the Fall to get my MFA in playwriting. I'm either going to be in Canada or California in September. Perhaps you could come along.

Taking my time waiting for the right connection.

rebecca gilman, tracy letts, mike leigh, carol churchill, lorraine hansberry, tom stoppard, annie baker, sherman alexie, mamet, tony kushner, aaron sorkin, louise erdrich... tame impala, ltj bukem, pavement, beirut, built to spill, macklemore, sleater kinney, radiohead, boards of canada, pj harvey, tribe, the roots... the sting, wendy and lucy, naked, harold and maude, breaking bad, margin call, no country, blazing saddles, half nelson, basketball diaries...

bed, the ability to travel, the ocean and those that live near it, my dreams, laughter, creativity.

What next scene to write.

It's been purely atypical so far...

I can't help but hold a fondness for doing a good ol' Irish goodbye in group settings. Saying bye can be such sweet sorrow (and tedious) that I sometimes prefer to skip it and disappear.

If you like a photo, if you can distill my vibe and you think we might fit, and/or if you know of a good theater or other performance show to go check out.