Why do we allow our hearts to open, only to be broken once more? Why? Why should we participate in such abusive nonsense? It’s so simple really…love is rare, love is fleeting, love matters.

I am no worse than any scholar, I am no better than any murderer. Please remember that I love you.

Leading with intention, even when shit blows up in my face.

How I, we, us, come up short.

Post-Thanksgiving Day catchup: grateful, thankful, and pie.

We are one yet the same.

Podcast Episode 6 jumps into integrity, truth, life, love, and work.