What began as a way to express myself and understand the world through its reception of my writing, became my constant companion, support group, and a permanent ambassador.

I’m a Jewish immigrant from Russia, long rooted now in the U.S., and a father to three kids who keep me grounded and hopeful. The words have changed — in style, tone, and even language — but my admiration for the art of written expression has only grown more constant.

My writing reflects a life both deeply lived and closely observed: the dissonance of identity, the ache of memory, the complexity of love, and the layered beauty of each moment.

I don’t chase a single style. I evolve, shift, contradict myself. But always, I write — to remember, to connect, to make sense. And if it resonates with someone else along the way, then it’s done its job.