I am a refugee of many lands. I was born where the scent of the orange groves mixes with the salt in the air. I grew up on an island of beauty when the gem-like blue of the sea colored my boyhood. Yet, as a youth, I thought meaning should be found elsewhere, farther. I crossed borders, mingled with diverse people, examined countless ideas, sought my purposes. A man can have many lives in one existence.
The years passed like the course of a river boring to the ocean: raging, sinuous, calm. Until one day, midway into the book of my life, the narrative took an unexpected turn and I crossed paths with a singular little fellow. My writings have their genesis in that remarkable encounter.