Jay Bushara graduated from Columbia University many years ago. He worked in an ice cream kiosk in Spain, a horse trailer in New York and several unsavory places in between.

He wrote stories, he met a woman with better, more promising prospects, they married, got a dog. They had children, he forgot how to sleep, but mostly he learned: to cook, clean, shop and generally plan around emergencies, to play Stratego and Egyptian Rat Screw. He learned to like it, in fact he remains profoundly grateful – to his wife, her career and his own thwarted ambitions – for all of the blessings, and excuses, afforded a full-time father.

He likes books, though mostly, if he is honest, the children’s variety. Also fishing, running marathons, seeing small, imperfect movies, and listening to small, imperfect bands.

He lives with his wife, Leslie, and their ten- and sixteen-year-old sons in New York City.