" Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. "

~ Robert Frost


	
				
			

	

Brief biography

I'm a Durant Scholar, Phi Beta Kappa, magna cum laude graduate of Wellesley College with a degree in economics. I spent two semesters at MIT to further my field of interest and was disappointed but, in their defense, health economics hadn't yet blossomed into the beast of the news-grabbing, GDP-sopping, curricula-loading economic megastar that it is now. (And Prof. Temin, your heart was just not in it that year!)

In my senior year at Wellesley, I was paid to teach freshman writing and, quite terrifyingly, became responsible for a syllabus, grades, assignments and imparting 90 minutes of wisdom twice a week. My teaching skills were wanting but I tried awfully hard.

Arjo Klamer, an economics professor at Wellesley, was writing Conversations with Economists at the time and asked me to help with reviewing it. Thus, in 1982, the book editing began.

A few years later, a headhunter sent me to the Arthur D. Little consulting firm in Cambridge, where I became a telecommunications consultant by way of the healthcare sector (honest). The venerable old firm met its demise, along with so many others, at the turn of the century. Somewhat adrift, I wrote a book (unpublished) and returned to editing academic work.

Then, one day in July 2001, Arjo said, "I need a website." Several books, languages, and years later, I still enjoy developing these works of digital art.



1 I also love poetry and Frost is an American favorite (although it was a Sandburg poem that gave my book its title). The rather famous line in this page's header is from "The Road Not Taken" (Mountain Interval, 1920):

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.