The stories I write come to me when I am by myself, out in the wilderness, at that moment when I let go and start embracing the solitude and welcoming the silence. When I connect with the magnitude of nature and humbly bow to its wisdom. Unfortunately, I haven’t had many of those moments this… read more
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I was 18 when I got my first tattoo. We were in Fort Lauderdale for the holidays. It was a pilgrimage my family did along with many other Northerners, escaping the bitter Canadian cold to seek the warm lands of the South. Come Fall, heaps of families would pack their cars and drive to Florida…. read more
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