“I have survived a lifetime of depression, abuse, alcoholism, and a suicide attempt. I have lived in borderline poverty, sadness, anger, and unsureness. I survived a repelling accident, a brain injury, a damaged spine.
And yet ... I am NOT these things, I am more. In this festival--these PEOPLE--they seize my hand, guiding, loving, encouraging through the years, in my points that were far from graceful, and celebrate with me through each victory, no matter how minuscule. They are my faire-mily. They are precious and dear to me, and to one another.
I am still hopelessly flawed, which comes with my humanity, yet they love and embrace me. Site crew to King, we are all the gears in this mechanism. None are ever more or less important than the next.
The patrons are the lifeblood of this festival; we are here for them. The thought of someone slipping through the cracks is heartbreaking, and it is a personal goal of mine that none would be overlooked or ignored. We each have a story to tell, if we would only open our ears and minds to listen.”













