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…

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

I actually don't give two craps about how people perceive me. I haven't for many years. If people like me, that's fine, and if they don't…

This is not a post, this is a rant, but aren't the best blog posts anyways? Getting right to the point, why do I need to explain myself...

Ok, so here it goes, I'm slightly obsessed with my washing machine. I know, I know, I admit, that sound's absurd, maybe even slightly...

Exactly one year ago, almost to the day, I was furloughed by the company I had been working with for close to eight years. Ultimately,...