Bio

He was born on the sixth evening November ‘83 had to offer, earlier than expected, ensuring he didn’t miss Thanksgiving. He grew up, first in the house atop the steep hill, and later in the corner house with the street sign in the yard. It was in that house that he resigned to follow the Way, a pursuit that has governed every choice he’s made since.

He showed up to college a retired, marginally successful high school gymnast. It was there that the next stage of growing up took place, as he experienced community in such a way that few others ever will.

Having 206 bones, he is just like everybody else. In nearly all of his undertakings he is average at best.

He enjoys Scrabble, photography, music, musicals, grammar, spelling, experimenting with facial hair, and watching people who are watching people.

He dislikes materialism, injustice, roller coasters, and unseasonably hot weather.

Many things is he, but phony he is not.

His mother calls him babe, but his friends, acquaintances, and you, call him D.O.