I was born and raised in Harlem U.S.A. I've taught public school for the past 23 years. I've earned a B.A. in Political Science from New York State University at Potsdam and a M.A. from Long Island University in Urban Studies. Over the years, I have received numerous teaching awards, Science Fellowships awards, and has written for the National Historical Society. Currently, I resides in the Bronx, New York
I've been a rapacious reader since the age of twelve. I was the moth, and Langston, Ellison, Dunbar, Baldwin and Hurston were the flames. Just to name a few. However, I can't leave out Maya. She taught me why the caged bird sings.
As long as I can remember, I've been in search of the cosmological secrets of the Universe, or the meaning of life. When my undergraduate and graduate courses failed to deliver, my search turned to metaphysics including: Carlos Castaneda's The Teachings of Don Juan, Joseph Pearce's Crack in the Cosmic Egg and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig. These works led me delve into more scholarly offerings. Which included Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell and their theories regarding symbols, myths and the collective subconscious.
Along the way I became enthralled with classical African civilizations, including Egypt, Nubia and Cush. I feasted at the academician table of African authors as they spun truths of African giants who walked the earth. Around 1995 my mother pleaded with me to put my ranting down on paper. She plus the fact that Barnes and Nobles didn't offer any Afro-centric/Jungian/ Zen/ Christian/Quantum Theory novels led me to write. The result was American Messiah, a post-apocalyptic novel. Had I known what an arduous undertaking it would be, I would have never started it in the first place. Inexperience has its advantages.
Around the turn of the century, personal issues then lead me to inscribe my memoir, Between Shadow and Smoke. Toni Morrison's The Songs of Salmon and E. Lynn Harris's own life story would serve as my literary and emotional compass. I lost my nerves several times, and sailed back to shore.
However, in the end, I knew that I have no other choice but to plunge head long into the icy, but often healing waters of life. I pray that absolution and spiritual expurgation lies in wait at the other side, waiting to caress me, suckle me and restore me. (Excerpt from Between Shadow and Smoke)