About Jack

I grew up in East Boston.

I did some things. Not all of them were bad.

I got sober. I lost people. I kept going.

Now I write about it — the streets, the people I knew, the choices that seemed reasonable at the time and weren't, the ones that were and looked like they weren't. The whole complicated record of a life lived mostly forward and understood mostly backward.

I write under the name Jack St. Croix. It belonged to my grandfather first. It fits better than I expected.

These are the stories I couldn't leave alone.

— Jack