Photo courtesy Frank C. Williams

Photo courtesy Frank C. Williams

D.B. Tipmore lived most of his formative years in small Midwestern towns and farms, where he learned how to decapitate chickens, dribble a basketball, and tap dance. He graduated from the University of Michigan, did graduate studies at the University of Pennsylvania, and finished his formal education by loading his possessions into a friend’s Volkswagen van, and heading to New York. After landing a job on the Village Voice copy desk, he began to write for New York publications on such subjects as the deterioration of Girl Scout cookies, Bette Midler’s Continental Baths debut, growing up evangelical, the hatefulness of high school, the Beach Boys, show-biz-dream kids, and an investigation of Sun Yung Moon’s religious empire, among many other subjects (see Other Writings). 

After years in Manhattan, the Voice suggested that he serve as its Foreign Correspondent while he traveled in Europe.  During the next two years, he wrote pieces from London, Paris, Madrid, and Tangiers. The latter city proved alarmingly seductive, so much so that he thought it prudent to remove himself to Florida, where he picked up an advanced degree in linguistics, and worked for the University of Miami while contributing articles to local and national publications (see Other Writings). 

The following years in South Florida were interrupted by a failed business venture in Caracas during the early 80s oil boom and administrative assignments in the Empty Quarter of Saudi Arabia. For his final decade in Florida, he served as US Academic Director for Study Group, an Anglophone company operating a chain of university prep schools on both US coasts. He also found time to travel, the more faraway, the better:  Uruguay, Patagonia, Sri Lanka, Yemen (illegally).

He now resides in an old Victorian home in a town out of the way enough that his privacy remains undisturbed for long periods of time. And that is pretty much how he likes it:  writing, reading, playing the American Songbook on the piano, visiting friends, and having the occasional single malt Scotch.