Passions? My work, of course. I’m a writer through and through and nothing else! At the very end, I’ll be tracing letters on a foggy mirror when they hold it up to my mouth.
Like many of you, I love animals, insects, weeds, abandoned houses and gardens, and mysterious overgrown ravines.
I’m passionate about my family, the living and those who have died.
And I’m a passionate advocate for the rights of people struggling with mental disability. Only fear keeps us from honoring their humanity, and thus our own. Only fear, don’t you agree? Fear – the opposite of love.