The day after or the only way out is through.As I reflect on yesterday, I’m also confronted with memories of Saturday mornings in my rural Washington State hometown in the early 90s.Nov 6, 2024Nov 6, 2024
Published inThe Reluctant CreativeRock snobbery is bad for society .It was 2002 (or whatever), and I had haphazardly moved to Seattle from my small PNW town. It was a logger down. It was a place where…Sep 10, 2023Sep 10, 2023
Published inThe Reluctant CreativeThe Importance of Creative Safe SpacesI was in my mid 20s. I was cutting my teeth as a freelance tagline jockey for a small agency. And this is the first bit of feedback I…Sep 2, 2022Sep 2, 2022
Published inThe Reluctant CreativeSo, everything fell apart. Now what?One day, despite your best efforts to create a safe space for you, your loved ones, your career, and your mental health sometimes it all…Aug 4, 2022Aug 4, 2022
Introducing: The Slow Sound“I am no longer a dreaming tyrant who can command and match the light. The air joins the slow sound with the breath in my pillow. I am the…Aug 21, 2021Aug 21, 2021
The bizarre, lovely magic of co-writing my sister’s eulogy with my sister.It was a really strange day after a really hard week.Mar 11, 2021Mar 11, 2021
Published inThe Reluctant CreativeI’m retiring from being an asshole.In my early 20s, my ultimate career aspiration was to be an a-hole pop music critic.Sep 25, 2020Sep 25, 2020
Published inThe Reluctant CreativeI always find being labeled a creative is equally hilarious and obnoxious.You know some of these cliches all too well.Sep 20, 2020Sep 20, 2020
