it's my island

A year ago today was the last real time I’d gather with some of my family. My mother, Cathy, and step-father Ray. Christmas Eve dinner was something I had taken over in previous years and it was a time to enjoy a bit of the old and bring some real meat to the table so […]

It’s my Nameday. Cakeday. Birthday, and I turned 40. What does that mean in today’s age? I’ve often repeated the story leading up to this day that it’s not the same as it used to be. When I was growing up this was ‘Over the Hill’, a day for black roses, the bemoaning of the slippery […]

It was May of 1985 at The Old Post Office Pavilion. Who knew we would run into Ronald Reagan.

Last night I was able to have some wonderful conversations with local creatives, activists, leaders, friends of our regions Slow Food movement and Richard McCarthy the President of Slow Food USA. In the past few years I’m not able to get out as much due to my own businesses responsibilities so I really treasure moments […]

Logan is rounding 20 months, almost 2 years old. Watching him grow has been an amazing pleasure as every day is awe inspiring to him. I’ve always loved psychology and seeing his mind develop from blinks, notions, thoughts, actions, and more is just a daily revelation to who we are. Present in the Now As […]

It’s been an amazing few years and I’d like to pick up my threads I’ve left quiet for a while. I have a lot to write on but many times it gets lost in the noise of work and home responsibilities. Distilling 2012 was on my list though and I’d like to remember the finer […]

After at least 20 years of having or growing my (awesome) mane did it get lopped off.  It wasn’t a wild hair (hah.) During Robin’s 2nd trimester over a year ago I said I’d grow my hair out as long as I was able and donate it when Logan was born.  Well he was born […]