“To do what ought to be done, but what would not have been done unless I did it, I thought to be my duty.” – Robert Morrison

I grew up on a 127-year-old family farm in Nebraska. I am the oldest of four children. My father taught me to be chivalrous and instilled in me a fierce work ethic. My mother taught me kindness and how to cook a mean pot roast. My siblings taught me patience, humility, loyalty, and patience. So much patience. All of the patience. I have a corn-fed, lumberjack stature, an air of kind confidence, and a very deep basso profundo.


I am a progressive Catholic who puts healthy stock in the community of compassion in which I was raised. Children love me, largely because I’m roughly the size of a small oak tree fit for climbing. I return to the farm for planting or harvest season when I can. On a fundamental level, I need to work with my hands. This works for me in a couple of ways. My carpentry and production skills allow me to live comfortably. I have a great home (apartment) and a wonderful New York family. My passion and my “day” profession are interwoven, which makes me lucky. But beyond providing employment that doesn’t require an audition, that need informs my approach to my work as actor. I’ve always been as eager to dive into the sinew and grit of building a character as the emotional and intellectual challenges presented by the same task. The same grounded feelings of value and accomplishment come over me whether I’m tossing hay bales into my neighbor’s barn or breaking down the beats of a scene for a character’s shifting objectives.


I’ve had the privilege of collaborating with small, ardent theatre companies in New York for over six years. In that time, I have performed in 22 indie and three off-broadway plays, including a trip to the Edinburgh Fringe. I proudly and daily choose to make acting my life and livelihood. I understand that it’s a marathon, not a sprint and all that. I will continue down this path until I die, preferably on stage playing Lear, at the appropriate moment.