One morning on the mountain I had gotten up a little early and was taking photos of the sunrise. I looked behind me and on a rock in the distance was Michael having his morning tea/coffee. I regret not taking his photo but I didn’t want to disturb him as I could tell he was...
I sat in a chair on the prairie, much like the prairie I live on, drinking a beer, with my legs crossed, enjoying my lunch on a fold out table, decorated with a plaid table cloth. Beneath the shade of an umbrella tree. It was just like where I live. But it wasn’t. In the...
I reached Stella Point, the last stop before the summit of Kilimanjaro, at sunrise. I didn’t take a photo. I physically couldn’t. But I can tell you the colors were breathtaking. An ombre of blues, and pinks and purples. And the view was so vast, it can’t be explained. It was so cold, you could...
Last week I rode in the back of a vehicle through the busy streets of a city in Africa, Arusha. It was early morning, my favorite time of day and the sun wasn’t yet hot. All the streets, lined with trees…. banana trees, palm trees, trees in shapes I only imagined in fairy tales….. are...
“And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you about learning to love a woman or...