I’m usually the “listener”. But. Sometimes. I am dying inside. Needing to “talk”. Even if one-way. Releasing structured words to another being? Helps me digest my thoughts. And. I hope against hope. Someday. I find that being.

(a) I never had any desire to be an actor. But. Acting classes were required. Besides. My professors eventually grew to enjoy my passive-aggressive humor. As for maths? Just length of conversation. In your units of output.

My very first day of school? I yelled, “Bye, mom!” and walked away. While every other child – was sobbing. Many years later, my mom confessed to me that when she got home, SHE shed some tears … because I didn’t.

When we moved into our first house – I quickly discovered it was haunted by a boy that would look out my bedroom window. On an unrelated note. Nothing good has ever come of those that have caused me pain.

I was originally a Physics major and one of my hobbies is designing lifting body craft. My son used to help me build and test models. Now? He’s working on his Masters Degree in Electrochemical Engineering for Aerospace.

1990. My Calculus professor asked me to help “edit” a rough draft of a textbook by Thomas P. Dick and Charles M. Patton from Oregon State for the National Science Foundation. I never got so many “wrong” answers. The pages? Actual scans.

In my teens I would run once a week in a certain park – just to stop at the creek’s pool to skip stones. In my twenties it would become a poem and a promise. Dear Past Me – I kept it. Dear Future Me – I hope you are well.

True story. Halloween night 1989, two college freshmen used a Ouija board and contacted an entity. They asked its name. It replied “Satan”. One slept elsewhere for weeks. The other never returned. A year later … it was my room.

This season. // The air. The leaves. The darkness. // Emotions and thoughts. Questions and doubts. // Wants and needs. Hopes and dreams. // Rain and snow. Beginning and end. // Who am I? And. Why am I … still here?

Age 5, the summer before Kindergarten – my mom took a break during one of our spelling lessons so she could go check on my sister. I used a kitchen knife to dig the magnets out of the letters so I could experiment with them.