Writing

WRITING is hell. and heaven. takes forever. takes no time at all. leaves me for dead. makes me feel more alive than anything else. Is something I relentlessly seek to avoid while constantly thnking about writing. Go figure.

My dad and me, seaching the skies for help. It's always odd, isn't it, looking at yourself as an infant. The best part is that it's hard to blame yourself for anything. The strangest part is that you're completely unrecognizable. I mean, who is that little kid?

Then and now.

My dad embracing his parents, Paulina and Antonio, who I was named after. My grandfather was making his way from Italy to Hollywood with dreams of being a filmmaker, but settled in New York after meeting my grandmother.

Beauty and the beast...

Here we see my wife, Morgan, propping me up yet again. Why the woman loves me I have no idea.

My sons, Asa on the left, Jorma on the right. It is impossible to say how much they mean to me.