As a boy Herrmann once carried several kittens from the floor of the family barn up the ladder to the hayloft, one at a time, so they would be safe from being trampled on, the same way the mother cat would carry the kittens – with his mouth! He needed both hands to climb the ladder. The kittens survived and prospered. Babies (human) recognize his compassion and fall asleep in his arms. His compassion extends to regularly attending Bahai Devotions, Quaker silent worship, and Quran class back-to-back the same day.
He began making stories when he was three or four (he couldn’t count, so can’t remember) and began telling them to his younger sister soon after that. Now he tells them to his grandchildren. As a child he was forbidden to speak, now his words have found homes all around the world, in over a dozen countries and several languages. The pen is mightier than the…what?
Remains of his traumatic childhood are embellished by dyslexia, ADD and, now, PTSD. It’s amazing how a mind can be messed up without even trying!! What could he do if he was able to think? He might be dangerous!
Author-in-hiding, Digital Artist-in-training, Student-in-perpetuum