I am merely the person I have always been, and I was blessed to have been raised and loved by people who -- sometimes to their great chagrin -- encouraged it. I remain blessed in the astonishing array of people who have chosen to be part of my life. They are my joy and inspiration.
Like Whitman, I contain multitudes and I have been known to contradict myself. Like Byron, there have been those with cause to see me as mad, bad, and dangerous to know. Born restless, angry, and dreaming, always ready for the road to go ever on, to be a traveler, not a tourist. I'm a pirate. A Paca Rana. Quite particular. Known to be prickly. And often downright abrasive. Don't like that, don't read me. T’ant pis, baby.