This is inner me

This is inner me

This is inner me. The me I wish I was every day. The strong me. The brave me. The in-your-face me. I love that me and have used that me. All women have that me inside of them. That me in you is most oft awoken by loss, fear, pain. That me in you has been called...
That’s me trying to keep it together

That’s me trying to keep it together

That’s me trying to keep it together in the presence of greatness within the walls she created and layered to the level of her exquisite iconic perfection. When I heard my son Orion was coming home from back-to-back deployments in the Middle East and South Seas I...
A hand that breathes life into stone

A hand that breathes life into stone

My twelve year old daughter casually handed me her latest drawing last night. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I know I screamed. First out of sheer excited awe followed by bubbling doubt then gnawing tenacity to get to the bottom of it. She then hands me what she drew...
I am a proud daughter of the fierce single Roadside Shoe Tribe

I am a proud daughter of the fierce single Roadside Shoe Tribe

As we were driving on a highway to scout our Surf Shack concept which is close to completion, my assistant Michele softly mused out loud “I always wonder who the families are that the single shoes strewn in the grass belong to.” There was a silence. I was moved. Here...
Be a Scribe to Your Time

Be a Scribe to Your Time

Be a Scribe to Your Time Early on in the pandemic (how’s that for a fairytale starting sentence) a spectacular emerging artist from the U.K. who I follow, wrote that artists who didn’t acknowledge this earth shattering shift would be denying or ignoring the...
The storm

The storm

I know I know… as a designer I’m supposed to be talking about design and gosh darn there has not been much of it lately, mostly because I am too busy in it and around it to talk about it on my hour off when I slip into early pjs at 6pm (oh the simple lake life...