I am a graduate of Western University and the University of Ottawa. I snuck my way into the legal profession, and for 25 years I tried to sneak out. I almost escaped once, taking a two-year sabbatical at Laval University in Québec City to learn French and watch hockey in bars with separatists. But I was dragged back to lawyering, where my surprising success muzzled the rebel within.
After my second sabbatical, a clichéd year in Provence, I was convinced I was temperamentally unsuited to be a lawyer. After much agonizing, I closed my legal practice to chronicle my journey from miserable lawyer to fulfilled human being in my upcoming memoir The Next Trapeze. Think of Eat, Pray, Love for people who hate their jobs. The publication of this book will be the final break with my soul-sucking profession. After reading The Next Trapeze, no self-respecting company would ever hire a lawyer with such a publicly bad attitude. If just one of my readers decides to quit their boring job, the one their parents and society said would bring security and happiness, then I will have achieved my goal as a writer. Provided I sell 999,999 more books.
I want my writing to be thought-provoking and funny, but all my humour comes from cartoons, Seinfeld, and Superbad. The one promise I make is I won’t write like a weaselly lawyer. The stuff I like is unrelated to practicing law: France, hockey, snowboarding, literature, comics and Led Zeppelin. Why it took me so long to quit my establishment job and follow my artistic dreams continues to confound me and those on the receiving end of my many years of whining.
I write in a North Vancouver coffee shop and the home I share with my consistently excellent wife and two children.