There's not enough space here to describe what motivates my writing.  An alcoholic father, a mother with seven children and not enough money, a lonely childhood in a family of nine.  The taunts of other children and sibilings, words which scarred a tender psyche.  The neighborhood boy who did that which shouldn't have been experienced by a five-year-old, looking for love anywhere I could, including the mirror.  It took years of therapy, a severe breakdown, Parkinson's diagnosis and a man with much more patience than I think I deserve.