Long hair, large nose, crooked teeth, he was once the picture of an Adirondack hermit, but he left the mountains and now writes about them through the lens of misty-eyed nostalgia. He still visits, though, putting out friends and overstaying his welcome, because goodbyes just don’t get any easier. He’s a stay-at-home dad who moonlights as a halfway-decent husband, novelist and freelance writer in Richmond, VA.

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