As I have grown in age, I have chosen to be very open with regard to sharing my personal perspectives of both joy and trauma, as well as stories of my life within the context of my family, in the hope of creating deeper human connections.

Now that I have your attention… Oh, you thought I was going to connect the word “no” to the word “f@$k”, right? Well, it’s all in how we look at it.

The next time you read my blog, it will be a link to Substack where I’ll be posting more context that includes poetry, articles, opinion pieces and the like.

A few days ago I posted about the last experience I had with racism in America. It was personal and impacting. It elicited many strong reactions…

As so many white Americans question the validity, value and life of brown Americans such as myself in this sick and twisted time in the United States, I share here one of my own stories, the final one before I left the States.

Sometimes I wake at 4am and realize how lucky I am.

I believe that who I am is a combination of everything including my creativity, my beliefs, my voice, my perspectives, my thoughts…

I finally realized why I have such an issue with Trump, his Followers and MAGA. I finally understood that it’s not the disagreement I have..

It’s incredible how timely this piece is with not just regards to being a creative, but also with holding on and persevering in the chaos…

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.

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...

I'm here, at home on Tai Ping Shan Street, looking out on to my little city below. My kitchen window invites and coerces me...

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...

Tonight I walk around Lockhart Road in Wan Chai. It stinks of stale shitty beer and burning cigarettes. There's too much Old Spice cologne…