Associate Professor & Department Chair
White Hall 021-B
I was born almost exactly in the middle of Utah, which is a strange and wonderful place to fall into. At the University of Utah I had several fascinating part-time jobs: ski instructor, volunteer forest ranger, cashier at a gas station that was robbed repeatedly (but fortunately never while I was around) and night watchman at a federal halfway house that was shut down because the inmates kept escaping (but fortunately never while I was around). In the midst of these adventures I signed up for a class for the sole reason of satisfying a GE requirement, and ended up falling in love with something called “philosophy,” which I had never even heard of before. PHIL 101, MWF 9-9.50, Orson Spencer Hall Auditorium, Professor Peter Y. Windt. This fatal encounter led to grad school first at Villanova and then at Emory, then a variety of teaching gigs—Georgia State, U. of Hartford, Penn State, Monmouth U., and finally WCSU. I’m very grateful that I get to work with the amazing faculty and students here to bring the philosophy and humanistic studies programs up to their full potential.
And now, since I am very vain, here are some pictures of my family:
11 years ago, after our youngest son, Marcus, was born.
Sara escaping from a ferocious shark.
Sage graduating from college.
Jackson (with his brother Marcus) graduating from high school.
Me throwing various children into the air (they all survived).