I welcome you into my words. Perhaps you know me personally or have heard of or read my work. Perhaps you have heard me shouting or singing or seen me dancing on the streets. For some reason, we are attracted to each other. I imagine who you are, and you imagine who I am. We have curiosity about a united imagined identity. I am different, as of course, you are different. But I am different in that I am here exposing both my confidence and stupidity, my shame and my pride, and I plan to do this for as long … Continue reading A Beginning