Basically, I was a kid growing up with a single mother in Brooklyn.

Basically, I was a kid growing up with a single mother in Brooklyn.

In truth, the only restrictions on our capacity to astonish ourselves and each other are imposed by our own minds.

I remember my mother had this deck of cards that her mother had given her and that she passed on to me. It was a gypsy tarot deck that I used to carry everywhere.

I remember finding a Houdini book at the library and seeing an image of him chained on the side of a building. He looked so intense and scary, and I couldnt get that image out of my head. That started building up my love of magic.

I have not had time to reflect on my own truths in many years.

My only fear is the unknown.