Up until this point coming across a celebrity, or even working one on one with a celebrity for a project, was something I was strangely used to, what with living in LA and all. And I’d had in the back of my mind the hope, the small, eager dream, that something like this could happen. But nothing could have prepared me for that dream to finally come true.

…I’ve spent time perfecting personal work that no one’s turned their head at, and whipped out corporate work, without much thought, that’s gone on to become so public and widely distributed that I’m not even allowed to lay claim to it, or feature it on my portfolio…

Before I start posting new entries and discuss new topics/ideas/experiences, I’d like to address the myriad of topics I’ve managed to bring up in the last 18 months in past blog posts, starting with…

I long for scenes where man hath never trod; A place where woman never smiled or wept. There to abide with my Creator, God, and sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept: untroubling and untroubled where I lie. The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

The more we turn away from our self-regard to wipe the tears from the eyes of another, the more - incredibly - we are able to hear, to heal, and to transcend our own suffering. This is the true secret to joy…

Part Two! Let’s dive into more ways you can be the best friend/relative/boss/coworker/spouse to the people in your life suffering from CLD, shall we?

It's never easy to understand what another person is going through, no matter the cause. The saying holds true that you'll never truly know unless you walk a mile in their shoes…

As Julia Roberts once said in Mona Lisa Smile: "QUIET... today you just listen." So: shall we walk together? into the forbidden forest we trod. we know the way. we know where this ends….

been a while - yet again. Despite how therapeutic writing is for me I never seem to have time. Except now I do, because I am currently on the first full day of what I’m calling my Full System Reset…

Aaaahhhh... Los Angeles. City of Stars. A bustling urban paradise bursting with a blend of Latin/Americana flavor, healthy energy, golden sunshine, warm sands, electric lapis waters...

… and insecurities. Holy lord above, the insecurities.

The lake from an adjacent neighborhood brought back a twinge of the fear I felt when I came out for the first time, and passing my high school gym brought back whispers of confusion and butterflies that had rooted themselves to my first kiss with another guy…

This post is brought to you by Crippling Social Anxiety.

I’ve always had savings put away, and any of the money I've had during my life and adulthood has been down to my own hard work, my own efforts. But those savings have dried up thanks to the price of my medications and treatment, leaving me in this awful position…

This past weekend was a lot. You know those weekends, when your body fills up with this strange empty fullness? A strange duality that makes your heart hurt but your smile show…

In the weeks since I've made public my battle with Chronic Lyme Disease, a question I'm often asked is "how'd you get it?" Simple: it’s my family’s fault.

He walked into the room after rather theatrically opening the exam room door, and sang-song "guess who's blood pressure and cholesterol is uuup?". I couldn't believe my ears - me, at 18, having high cholesterol and blood pressure?

Remember in the “Blood and Weed” post when I mentioned that I was going in for blood-work? Well, the results are back, and there's good news and bad news! Here are the changes and updates I have to report after being on treatment for nearly three months…

Just as much as a car is only as useful as its gas, or a sandwich is only as delicious as its filling, you and I are only as useful and only as good as the things we put into ourselves…