I teach. I read. I learn. I connect ideas. I imagine. Then I write.
I write poetry when something needs out or when I want to remember a something important that a picture could never capture.
I write stories when I want to know something unknowable about the future or the past. I make my own truth (with a lowercase t) to satisfy myself that there is a chance that I got it right.
My liberal arts education in Psychology, English, and Theatre were just the beginning of my lifelong addiction to the humanities and social sciences, yet even those things left me facing what psychologists call existential neurosis. Philosophy and world religions pointed to so many possibilities, yet the authentic belief without proof remained my Holy Grail until my life crashed and burned.
And then something wonderful happened.