Stories about adventure, resilience, curiosity, and choosing an expanding life—even when the path is uncertain.
Eight friends, a fourteen-year plan, and the New Hampshire storm that taught me the difference between hearing a warning and receiving it.
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Kiteboarding, snowkiting, windsurfing, and other wind sports taught me to listen, adjust, let go when necessary, and keep moving.
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Roller pole and pole dancing challenged far more than my strength—they changed how I saw my body, my age, and the rules I had been following without question.
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The diagnosis said my body wanted to contract. My father had spent a lifetime teaching me to keep trying anyway.
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Aerial taught me strength and courage, but performing together turned fear into shared joy.
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Hearing my book read aloud forced me to decide whether to rewrite it or finally let it be read.
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Some sports stay with me for life. Others make room for the next obsession—and for 2027, that obsession is rope flow.
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After nearly two years of waiting, I finally made the call that led police straight to the woman who had embezzled from my company.
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How a stalled manuscript, a stubborn gut feeling, and one wonderfully awkward text helped me discover what The Whistler’s Daughter was really about.
Read the storyThe fun, fear, cost, difficulty and cool factor of every sport I tried—rated with absolutely no scientific method.
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I was nervous about my first hut-to-hut trip—until one wrong turn sent me skiing straight into a creek.
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A folding chair, a homemade sign, and the night our ridiculous little advice stand became something real.
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A thousand feet above the ground, I discovered that skill means very little when attention quietly slips away.
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What learning alongside much younger athletes taught me about belonging, pride, and being willing to begin again.
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A fifty-two-pound pack, thirteen pitches of Sierra granite, and the Mt. Whitney climb that never found room in the book.
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Long before the chapter epigraphs, there was a beat-up sandwich board, a piece of chalk, and a weekly love letter to strangers walking toward the ocean.
Read the storyBeing a beginner is uncomfortable, humbling, and—if you let it be—one of the most expansive ways to move through life.
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