I’ve been playing with words, and the ideas and imagery that flow and wind through  them, my entire life.  I mean that nearly literally.

I can remember being in my crib, considering the

name of a stray tom cat.  Hunger.  He was so aptly

named that, to this day, the word hunger brings to

mind the image of a long, almost painfully lean,

battle-scarred old tom cat.

For my entire childhood and well into my adulthood, there have been people in my life who have ridiculed my penchant and passion for writing what I am moved to write.

It has taken until now, when I am very close to my forty-second

birthday, to realize that I was denying myself -and denying the world

the full range of my voice, the full scope of my vision.

So here, in this brand-new home, I am going to let

those passions free to do as they will with me.

And I invite you to come along with me, and see

where they lead me…..or us…