About Alex

Alex S. French was raised in Montana and openly refused to ever leave. Until he did. He now teaches composition to college students and various creative writing workshops to the public while pursuing an MFA in creative writing at Minnesota State, Mankato. Before that he lived as more of an itinerant worker, employed variously in glamorous jobs such as low-end chauffeur, pool-side cook, sorority servant, night caretaker, beer bottler, electronic paper shuffler, and once as a lumber yard attendant. Just once. They politely asked him to never come back after the first day.  Oh, he also worked in the younger levels of public education for a few years, too. He likes teaching a lot more than those other jobs.

When not traveling on a shoestring fry budget with his partner Kellie (and their little dog, Remy, too!), Alex tends to be attracted to the rare sunlight of a non-winter day. If not in Minnesota, he may be hiding among the black, gold and evergreen hills of East Missoula or in an empty-ish bar, enjoying one or five of Montana's many great beers. If you find him, feel free to join him for one. Or more.

He hopes everyone can be kind to themselves and others.

Ways to contact Alex.