
A Message to Rowan
A letter to my son before he enters this world

Only powder feet on the mountain today. Alone, sole survivor of comfort. Somewhere out there you fight furiously lonesome, too. My heart is with you. Thinking of you as I wring the words out my stale soul. But here again, standing toe to toe with the heights, overlooking all journeys possible at once. Top of the run, tip of my heart, freshly beat for you. This is for you. Yes you. You dreamer, still believer. Crying, trying, still showing up to fight for your own. Your stillness, your peace, your completeness. Here for your fall, and the rise. You mother, you father, you brother & sister, you daughter, you son (in-law), you colleague, you dear friend. You will rise. From the mountain. For a moment, I see all the journeys. I see you. Rise.

A letter to my son before he enters this world


Let me look again. Take the glasses off. No wait! He’s leaning back into your arms. Maybe one day you’ll get another chance. Another moment.

I'm trying to re-wire all my socials through my blog. Back in 2019, I 'quit social media' and other than posting pictures of my family, I've primarily followed that directive.


My mind doesn't pretend to deserve this. Saved by grace? I'm lucky.

What was the most powerful moment in your life/career?

Life in Utah is magical. I need to post more updates. I'll try. As I type this I'm consider a return to 'social media' as I'm in a much more healthy p