Dear Cancer, Fuck you. That should be all I need to say to you cancer, but there’s more…

As the year comes to an end, I look back at not just this year, but all the years that have past and think of where I am today…

This year has been something. I struggled through recovery from my throat cancer (still struggling), we opened our beautiful boutique...

So its been a while...for sure. The thing is....back in October I was diagnosed with throat cancer.

The other day, I had a conversation with someone about what I do. They were genuinely interested in how I got to where I am...

How the hell did I end up here? I still don't believe that this is where I live, even as the words fill the page.

Fake smiles, empty promises and a treasure trove of greed...it's all in a days work for Management.

Every single morning, I wake up, look out the window at the beautiful lush farm I live on and think this same amazing thing...

Two weeks ago, my closest and dearest Aunt passed away. I was incredibly close and connected with her in a truly profound and...

It’s fucking complicated…. Anybody that has lived in the belly of this beast, that beast being Hong Kong, for any length of time knows this.

Aren’t we all emotional beings? What’s wrong with feeling something, anything? What’s wrong with expressing our feelings?

The overall feeling of freedom and creativity in my head and heart is something I never knew I could feel nor knew was possible. Truly.

You know, sometimes I can't believe that this little fucker made it. Today, I celebrate my 57th birthday and I'm still amazed that.,.

There are many days when I feel like I don’t belong... Not to any tribe, not to any group, not to any place. I listen, I observe, I...

In this current world we live in, one of anti-humanity and faint hope, one of blatant falsehoods, repetitive faux news and sickening...

Black T-shirt. Blue jeans. Laced up black All-stars. Check. Peek out to see the sun break through. No rain today. Check....

Sitting in my lit kitchen, I look out the window on to the city. Rain drips down in a steady stream, inviting memories and thoughts....

If you’re wondering, at all, as to why I haven’t posted in months, well, here’s the why…

9.11.01 It's been twenty years since that horrific day changed so many lives.

Living in a city like Hong Kong, where money is everything to so many and the concept of giving is like an abstract thought, it can be...