Tinderbox - Hand-made Collage

Father operated a successful fireworks factory; Mother was a pyromaniac. To call their relationship volatile would be an understatement. Their interactions were explosive. Literally. No sooner was dinner over and the dishes washed and put away when my parents would go at it, pulling out everything in their arsenals. Please don't misunderstand me: my parents adored one another. Not once during my childhood did I ever hear them argue. Their love was unique and complete. They found in one another the fulfillment of their greatest desires: a longing to play with fire and to let the sparks fly.