Constant therapy and a willingness to laugh at oneself are essential to being a self-aware psycho. I indulge in both the therapy and the laughter (though the latter may occasionally be tinged with desperate hysteria… I’m working on that), and I have made significant strides over the last few years.

Not much else to tell. I am comfortably middle-aged, live with a pirate, have cats, drive a Wrangler, wield a pipe wrench with vicious intent, and have a primal, visceral spiritual connection with thunderstorms.