These things make me uncomfortable.

I make things. Out of words, wood, cloth and code. I believe the human soul is creative, and that therefore madness can be staved off by making; that human beings, like houses, can be repaired. Never quite like new, perhaps, but sometimes even better. I’m going to see if that is true this year.

I am married, an orphan (well, well, into adulthood), and a loyal staff member to three cats. A fourth died. It was awful. I have a good quantity of siblings and a vast extended family, most of whom are Jamaicans.

I live now in the Tampa Bay area of Florida.

I like these animals. They have graciously allowed me to live among them.