In the diary of my life it is noted that 2018 was a very odd, very self-reflective, but very confusing year.
One I’m still trying to decipher.Read More
The year 2018 will henceforth be known (by and to me) as the year of transitions. Maturity… Shedding… Getting comfortable with my voice… Determining that colorful loafers are my signature look… And that at the age of 41 I have developed an obsession with doing my nails…
I did all that shit this year. And more… But most of what I did this year was inside of me.Read More
On one of my last evenings in Utah, I sat sipping in a new plant medicine elixir still has me pondering the benefits of the various plant's I’ve drank (and inhaled) through many evenings in the past five years.Read More