Maybe It’s Not All Downhill from Here
One insight that skiing bestowed on me arrived courtesy of a young Scandinavian Valkyrie named Sigrid.
Embrace of an Elder Way
I am a time machine. And, naturally, you are too.
Big Drop Virgin
Fifteen minutes of a young surfer’s morning at Mavericks—California’s most brutal break
A Hunter Hangs It Up
I’m not at the end of my hunting trail. But I’m pretty sure that I can see it from here.
(the eternal riddle of) HOW TO SELL BOOKS!
The Sage of Oxford, William Faulkner, proved that one could become a giant of letters even if only a shrimp of a man. The size of a mind, heart or talent, y’see, just ain’t dependent on physical stature.
Return To the Scene of My Grind
You can have Sedona’s supposed vortexes, rumored peaks of holy repute such as Shasta, Mayan pyramidal cenotaphs or Britain’s maze of sacred ley lines… For me, one of earth’s tiptop magical spots shall always be a wee town on California’s coast named Mendocino.
