I believe that who I am is a combination of everything including my creativity, my beliefs, my voice, my perspectives, my thoughts…

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…

I finally realized why I have such an issue with Trump, his Followers and MAGA. I finally understood that it’s not the disagreement I have..

It’s incredible how timely this piece is with not just regards to being a creative, but also with holding on and persevering in the chaos…

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...

The other day, I had a conversation with someone about what I do. They were genuinely interested in how I got to where I am...

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.

Fake smiles, empty promises and a treasure trove of greed...it's all in a days work for Management.

Every single morning, I wake up, look out the window at the beautiful lush farm I live on and think this same amazing thing...

Two weeks ago, my closest and dearest Aunt passed away. I was incredibly close and connected with her in a truly profound and...

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...

It’s fucking complicated…. Anybody that has lived in the belly of this beast, that beast being Hong Kong, for any length of time knows this.

Aren’t we all emotional beings? What’s wrong with feeling something, anything? What’s wrong with expressing our feelings?

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.,.

There are many days when I feel like I don’t belong... Not to any tribe, not to any group, not to any place. I listen, I observe, I...