My son Mateo had two baby teeth extracted. They both refused to go quietly into the night and so we had to put them out of their misery to make room for new and improved big boy teeth. That evening, the tooth fairy broke into our house, deposited $20 under his pillow, and stole his teeth. Winged bastard.
My lady friend Olivia is an Occupational Therapist by day and a Marriage and Family Therapist by night. Frankly, she has more waking hours available during the week to take a third job, but I digress.
The mythology of monsters has always fascinated me. Vampires, gremlins, werewolves, poltergeists, zombies. Why do we feel compelled to imagine the monstrous, the grotesque?
There is this old timer I know that reminds me of a far less smiley and a far less groomed Grizzly Adams. He wears blue denim overalls and speaks with a low soft growl. And in this low soft growl he shares a kind of wilderness wisdom - at least that’s how it strikes me.
My research interests in terms of academic publication focus primarily on ancient Greek literature. Over the years, I discovered what I truly loved – stories.