DISCLAIMER: This is creative nonfiction. These autobiographical essays are about real experiences as filtered through the lens of my personality. Two personalities, actually; the person I was when the events took place and the person I am now. As such, these essays contain ideas, values, beliefs, prejudices, opinions, and points of view that are entirely subjective and which have bearing only on the events described. It is not my intention to present a worldview that I expect anyone else to embrace or accept. The essays are a way for me to give narrative shape and coherence to chunks of my past that are wild and unruly, with lots of thorns that still poke and prick at me, and other chunks that are fuzzy and vague, a soupy quicksand that threatens to suck me under, and so come to a place of acceptance with them. Should you take offense with anything you might read in these essays (and I sincerely hope that you do not), please remember that it reveals nothing about anyone but myself. It's all about me... |