I'm an American Jewish male of mostly-Polish descent, born in 1960, married with two children. I was born in Michigan but now live in Rhode Island. I work as a Professor of Legal Studies; my other occupations or part-time jobs have included lawyer, actor, IT project manager. My hobbies include pottery, science fiction and amateur astronomy (don't even *begin* to mention the Astronomy OWL in OoP to my face).
I first heard of HP in 2000 when Terri Gross interviewed Jo on the radio; I've been hooked pretty much ever since.
I love to write, but haven't written any fiction for more than 20 years -- until I got the idea of doing some HP FF, and here I am.
My fiction is also posted on Phoenix Song (same pen name there as here), and on SIYE (except for stories that wouldn't be appopriate there). I have a satire of shipping in general and H/G shipping in particular posted there -- the story is called "A Slow Boat to Shipper's Hell", published under the name "kschneyer".
I will also try to post all of my stuff on my livejournal page, where I am known as "Rhetoretician."
Bragging: So far I've had:
- A "Featured Story" here (Counting to Five Thousand),which also won Runner Up for Dark/Angsty Fiction in the Silver Quills for 2007;
- A winner of the Dumbledore Silver Trinket Award for one-shots on SIYE (Minding the Baby);
- A First Prize for Fiction in the Phoenix Rising Challenge (for The Torch, a story that also won Judges' Choice for HP Specific stories in the Quill-to-Parchment competition); and
- Another featured story on SIYE (While You Tell Yourself the Truth).
The lovely banner above was created for me by Hansolohpfrk.
Summary: Summary: What happened on that fateful night at Godric's Hollow and the (still!) unknown events that followed in the next twenty four hours, before Harry's arrival on Privet Drive? What motivated the actions and decisions that were made in the years leading up to the defeat of Voldemort? The truth is neither black or white - only complicated shades of grey. Behind the stories of Lily Evans, Severus Snape and Peter Pettigrew we learn that we are all vulnerable to evil.
(written between HBP and DH - story is complete)
Summary: Centuries pass; memories fade. No one remembers the sacrifices made to win the war. Only the portraits on the Headmasterís wall, and one portrait in particular, is able to tell the story.