My sister died when I was young, and I never really has a mother after that. Dad tried his best, but he had to make a choice and chose her. So I chose emancipation, was a pretty good student. At 16, I started spending the next two summers training. When to some great colleges, graduated with a degree for each finger on one hand. All the while, taking semesters or two off, and trapezing around the world doing the job, while still finding time for my art. For over a decade, I kept three distinct tracts of my life, and some of those parts had me going deeper and deeper into subterfuge and danger. It was a lot, and each Me did it’s best to live and enjoy that version of me, that version of life.

Eventually things end, although some never end. And I found something that let me be just me, and be happy. So I took that challenged, and better or worse, it’s part of the life I have now. I’ve loved it. But the past few years have been a drag. I hope we stay the course with aggressively masking and social distancing till we most all get vaxxed, and at worst need yearly booster.

I am CORVALLUS! And I am ready to seed the world all over again.