Cancer doesn't give two shits about who you are, how fit you were, your social status, your frame of mind and on and on and on…

Creative is who I am. It is not just a word or concept, being creative is a way of life, my way of life.

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.

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...

It’s been three and a half weeks since I moved from Hong Kong to Chiangmai. It’s a move I wanted, a move I needed. I have no regrets…

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...

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.,.

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....

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…

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

It's been a full year that I’ve been living in Hong Kong....