A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words...and Dozens of Years

When I reflect on a childhood spent under Hal and The Beast's roof, I recognize that I can never articulately describe, or fully convey, precisely what it was like. Even now, despite being a techincal writer by trade, I cannot accurately capture the nuances and extravagances of it all.

There was, and is, an odd dynamic between my parents, Jake and I that repells being described by mere language.

I might have gone my whole life without properly encapsulating it, were it not for this photograph.

I have entitled it, My Childhood.



I still have the talon marks on my scalp.