I grew up in a dysfunctional family. Actually, it was a broken home, but we stayed together out of habit. I assigned myself a very important job within the family. I had to keep everyone laughing, sort of like the skills of a rodeo clown. And I was good at it, so very good. I can still see the tears of laughter rolling down their cheeks, doubled over and holding their stomach's.
It took some time for me to find the entrance to my true creativity. With a little solitud more...