With destruction comes renovation.
When I was a kid... I needed to belong.
Hardest thing: creating something out of nothing - the first draft is torturous.
But what are our stories if not the mirrors we hold up to our fears?
Human behavior in the midst of hardship caught my attention very early on, and my first stories were all pictures, no words.
Love comes in far more shapes and sizes than what the family-values crowd condones, of course.