Me! It’s all I know. Actually, it’s an exaggeration to say that I know myself. But it’s someplace to start… I have experienced spontaneous bursts of self-expression throughout my life, but mostly I shut myself down. Once in a twisted cry for recognition I put my writing on the curb in front of the apartment where I was trying to make a life as a single mom. I equated being an adequate parent with sacrificing myself. It didn’t work.