Brand New Person or Same old Mistakes?

I lied about not being afraid. Not on purpose, because I truly wasn’t afraid to leave everything behind and embark on this journey. I’m laying in a hammock- realizing I planned to have a home, physical possessions, royalties, a new life to return to and won’t have any of it. At least I have this…

Gimme Shelter/Walking on Broken Glass

While here at this beautiful sea, during this time of ‘wait and see’, I published my first book- my life blood- 6 days ago. My wallet was stolen 2 weeks before, and while waiting for my 401 check to clear my physical possessions were sold off to strangers, 4 days ago. I should’ve budgeted better…

Chapter 4- Rocky Tops- The Closet Begins to Open

This is the most poignant/personal chapter in the book up to now. Thank you for reading this. I hope these words help those who are struggling with anything, including your sexuality and religious experiences. For those not struggling or have not struggled with these things- I hope this brings some clarity and understanding. There is…

Chapter 3- Sorry Not Sorry (Totally Sorry)

The timing of this post and a couple things going on in my life couldn’t be more timely. I truly did not intend for it to happen this way. Those of you who have been reading my book, know that this has been chapter 3 for months. I’m seriously mind-blown by your outpouring of support…

Chapter 2- Destination Destiny (Part 2 of 2)

***This portion of the chapter may need to be its own chapter. I haven’t decided yet. The first part of this post serves as a segue/prologue to the rest of the chapter starting at the photograph of the Willow tree.*** Are there fixed points in our lives that were always meant to happen, or can…

Chapter 2- Destination Destiny- (Part 1)

I was twelve years old when I first sexually experimented with another guy. He was straight, played soccer and was probably my best friend at the time. He told me that the Red Hot Chili Peppers was his favorite band and that bisexuality was okay because Flea and Anthony Keidis were bi. (I don’t know…

Break Like Violent Fetters- Chapter 1- Hotline Zing

I heard a calling to myself from myself. And I listened. I followed it. Bet that sounds like quasi-spiritual, Walt Whitman hipster garbage, except that is truly how it happened. I have no other way to really explain how I found myself sitting in a lawn chair with off-brand Sophie shorts, feet in a beautiful clear…

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton