Entering the story, painting the dump gray, and the last chicken

October 4, 2016

This week I found myself, somewhat reluctantly, attending a theatre production that included an Eddy Gilmore character. I expected to gain nothing from the experience. Blessed beyond belief by an atmosphere of utter richness, I left with more wealth than could be carried by pockets, wheelbarrows, or even an armored truck could be expected to … More Entering the story, painting the dump gray, and the last chicken

Death and mayhem

August 19, 2016

That path through the oats, the getaway route, was the only evidence. No feathers, blood, or other carnage were left as evidence. 12 hours after burying our family dog, we discovered that 80 chickens had been carried away. If it weren’t for this obvious path, I might have thought the boogeyman did it. Gobs of … More Death and mayhem

Multiple Sclerosis as a catalyst from being a burnt out cubicle jockey to self-taught artist and entrepreneur.

August 11, 2016

I continue to be amazed by the sheer quantity of great stories that are all around us. It seems that everybody has an incredible story to tell. You just need to ask the right questions. Unable to conceal a mid-life crisis, my queries tend to revolve around vocation and identity. This story originally appeared right here, and is … More Multiple Sclerosis as a catalyst from being a burnt out cubicle jockey to self-taught artist and entrepreneur.

A mob of poultry in the city, and swimming with ducklings.

August 2, 2016

I met Joel Salatin at an agricultural conference recently. Afterward, I was stunned to realize that there was nobody else on Earth I would’ve rather met. Not the President. Not Bob Dylan. No sports figure. Though he was due to speak to a large crowd in mere moments, he was fully engaged and animated in our … More A mob of poultry in the city, and swimming with ducklings.

Eddy’s Overwhelmed

May 21, 2016

Shawna originally titled this piece, “Eddy’s Overwhelmed.” Not only did I inspire my wife’s painting, it resonates strongly, and even helps me make sense of this crazy life we’re living. The weight I bear is not only impossibly difficult and stressful, but beautiful. At the last minute she renamed it, “Big Dreams.” I even got a photo … More Eddy’s Overwhelmed