It has been three years since I first published Searching for Faerie, Finding Me through Amazon’s print-on-demand platform. At the time, simply finishing the book felt monumental. I had taken an idea that once existed only quietly in my imagination and brought it into the world in physical form. That alone felt like an accomplishment worth celebrating. But over the years, I found myself continually returning to the story as I painted on canvas. Certain lines questioned me, ce

Today's amazing sunrise celebrated my father’s upcoming 90th birthday. My father Alan, was born in 1936, and even now, years after his passing, I still find myself tearing up whenever I think about him. Almost every sunrise from my balcony carries a quiet ache within it. The skies over Las Vegas shift through soft gold, lavender, pink, and blue, and my first instinct is often the same whispered thought: “I wish you could see this.” Sometimes the tears come unexpectedly. The q

Lately, I have felt deeply energized by Dan Koe’s encouragement to write essays — not simply to produce content, but to clarify thought itself. His call to action spurred me because it challenged the passive way many of us consume information today. We live surrounded by endless streams of fast content: quick reactions, emotionally charged headlines, recycled opinions, and algorithm-driven noise that grabs our attention. So much of it enters our minds without asking us to ref