2016 marked a turning point in my life. The end of a seven-year relationship left an echoing void. The faces of a man and his children, once daily constants, became fleeting memories. Amidst this emotional turmoil, a question haunted me: Who was I without them? Seeking refuge, I drowned myself in work, with sleep being my only true respite. But soon, the allure of Iceland presented a unique escape. On this brief Icelandic detour, taken before a work event in Europe, the lands

On one crisp Seattle morning, with the surreal glow of a supermoon illuminating the waters of Puget Sound, my path serendipitously...

Soaking up a pefect Pacific Northwest Summer

I was 10 years old when I read Jack London’s, Call of the Wild . With the turning of each page, I was transported from my childhood home on our farm in Southern, Louisiana to the frozen and untamed Yukon, an arctic territory of year-round white capped mountains and snowmelt lakes. I knew I would explore such a place one day. Fast forward over 25 years later and I’m on an uncomfortably bumpy flight and God willing will soon be landing at one of the world’s most perilous airp