Rambling reveries on where, who, what and how I'd rather be. (When I feel like it.)
Perpetually in progress. An always writer, a sometimes silversmith, a never athlete. Will probably beat you at Scrabble. I split my time between Portland, OR and San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico with my wife and mini poodle.
In clogs with a blog, wild at heart, and publicly learning to love myself. These letters make frequent stops at personal histories, relationships, communal living, and self-fulfillment. It ain't much but it's honest work.
Observations on love, culture, books, relationships and healing after a motorcycle accidentโusually sent to you from the seat of a cafรฉ