February 1, 2017


Good morning from Idaho! I flew back from Oklahoma on Monday and I’m in Idaho for exactly one more month until I leave on my next big adventure (!!). My visit with Margie was absolutely amazing. We did a lot of juice drinking, bone broth making, and soup pureeing. Margie has some health issues she’s been dealing with, so I went to go help her out a little bit and spend some quality time with her. We’re trying to get her healthy enough so we can go back to Hawaii, where we belong.

Slowly but surely we will get there!


Last Friday, Margie chopped off all my hair. I knew I wanted to cut my hair before leaving on my next travel, so I just let Margie do it because she used to be a hairdresser. We cut off 10 inches!! We looked on the Locks of Love website and their requirement to donate hair is 10 inches. I thought I might as well donate my hair if I wanted to chop it all off anyway, so Margie put my hair in a ponytail, measured 10 inches, and then went for it.


I have exactly 20 days left of hard work and then I am a free bird! Oh my gosh, I can’t even tell you how excited I am to feel free again. I am very much looking forward to the continuation of unraveling the puzzle that the world has in store for me.

I know I am driving everyone crazy by purposefully omitting information of where I’m going, but it’s because I’ve been doing a lot of research and creating a lot of top secret blog posts of the places I’ll be visiting.

New things coming your way shortly, but for now I have to go to work.

Make it a great day, everybody.







Oklahoma City Bound


I’m currently en route to Oklahoma City. Oklahoma City??? What’s in Oklahoma City?? Margie’s there. I can’t believe I haven’t even talked about Margie (have I?). She’s an older friend of mine who I met in Texas back in 2014. She’s currently living in Oklahoma because of family matters but she also gets better access to healthcare there. Oklahoma is an interesting place for sure, not going to deny it. I went for a quick visit back in September so I know what I’m talking about at least a little bit.

It’s really hard for me to get bored, so I don’t get it when people say there’s nothing to do in the Midwest. Sure, it’s not the most attractive place in the world and it might lack a lot of variety, but I think that’s the beauty of it. It’s kind of refreshing to spend a little bit of time in the Midwest because not a whole lot of people are trying so damn hard to be different in fake ways. Everyone is so stinkin’ nice and accepting even if they think I’m some stupid west coast hippie.

There’s a lot of Trump supporters in Oklahoma, that’s for sure. I’m honestly exhausted thinking about Trump and his administration and how they plan to take over the world… but at the same time I just want to understand why people continue to support him and his rhetoric. It’s hard for me to imagine what the future is going to be like right now and that’s probably why I feel like I’ve been going so crazy lately.

Boarding just started, got to run!

P.S. Big travel coming up soon. Stay tuned!



Quick Update

Mercury retrograde has not killed me yet. We’ve got a few more days left to survive and then we are in the clear! I just checked this morning and we’re all supposed to be normal again on Sunday.

The earth just keeps spinning….

I finally finished Rich’s recommendation letter yesterday. Wow, that was a process! I stressed myself out to the max trying to come up with words for someone that has done so much for me. In the end it was simple, direct, and honest and I am satisfied. I hope he gets the job.

I have a confession to make: I’m a big fat sinner. It’s been 11 degrees at my house and I was freezing, so I used my space heater. I’m dying over here, though! Mom came downstairs and called me out for being a phony wuss who can’t handle a little cold (a little cold!?). I put it back in my closet and I will try not to relapse again…

Work has been very busy and I’ve made a lot of sugah and I plan on using it to travel. I need to get out of here, even if it’s only for a little bit. Trevor (old friend who lives in town) wants to go to China and we found $400 round-trip tickets the other day. I like the idea, but we have not dropped any money. The visa is very expensive and it is holding us back.

Off to work!






Welcome to Mercury Retrograde

The other night I was sitting on the couch drinking wine and eating a piece of bite-size frozen cheesecake when I thought about disengaging in the glories of my gluttony in favor of working on Rich’s recommendation letter.


Rich is a professor I had in college who created the environment where my cartoons came to life. Actually, I only started drawing cartoons after he assigned a 10-page fiction story and mine was only 7 1/2 pages. Naturally, I drew cartoons to fill up space instead of coming up with more words. Look where we are now… You just never know where life is gonna take ya…


Rich emailed me a few weeks back to ask if I would be interested in writing him a recommendation letter for the full-time creative writing position at Fairhaven College. Of course I told him I would. I mean, the guy is a major key figure in my literary career, the least I could do is write a letter.

So right when I was enjoying the glories, you know what happened? Rich texted me and ruined all the fun. He asked me how I was doing, but I knew he was really just wondering if I had even put a damn word down for his recommendation.


Nope, I haven’t. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it, though.

Sometimes when I can’t fall asleep, I listen to this astrologer’s podcast. So instead of using my insomniac phase to conquer Rich’s recommendation letter, I sat in my bed listening this stuff that causes me to think too much which then causes me to never fall asleep. Basically, this astrologer talks about what’s going on in the sky and how it’s going to influence our week ahead. Total bullshit, I know. I hate how much I like listening to it. Apparently on Monday, Mercury went into retrograde. I fucking hate when Mercury goes into retrograde. All the stupid people blame everything on it. People kill me. Sometimes I find myself blaming my shit on Mercury retrograde and then I just hate me.


I took a trip up to Bonners Ferry today with Mom and Katie. Katie is my older sister. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned her before, so now you know. We ate lunch at this hip spot called Under the Sun. I got a cup of soup and a Greek salad. Katie got a tuna fish panini with extra pickles because she is pregnant. Mom got a panini too, but I didn’t pay attention to what kind she got. Katie also got a huckleberry dessert and boy, was it delicious! She actually shared, which is very rare because Katie never shares food.

Across the street from Under the Sun is a neat little bookstore called Bonners Books. It’s a very cool bookstore. You walk in and a little bell dings and an old man with silver hair and glasses greets you. I swear, all booksellers look like Dumbledore to me… All the good ones at least. The floors are covered in old wood and there’s a little black cat that roams around the store. It mostly leaves you alone, so it’s not creepy or magical or anything. It’s just there.


I left with a few good books. I picked up a copy of Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss for my little nephew. For me, I left with an old copy of Mark Twain’s The Diary of Adam and Eve, which I didn’t even know existed. Mark Twain is very funny and I think it will be good reference for the book I’ve been working on. I also left with old copies of Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger (so hip, I know) and also Slaughterhouse-Five by Vonnegut because I’ve never actually read it, not even for school.

So that’s it, there you have it. Mercury retrograde has not destroyed me yet. We’ve got until January 8th though, so I will keep you updated.





A Reminder on the Fragility of Life.

I have a very intense relationship with my space heater.


My space heater is a universally known fire hazard, but that doesn’t mean I stop using it. Just the sound of it purring in the background induces a deep creative space for me to move into. I love how it makes me feel all warm, creative, and cozy.

When I moved back to Idaho to live with my parents so I could work on my writing gig, of course I brought my space heater along with me. It’s kind of like a cat or a dog to me—I never go anywhere without it. park

Sure enough when the cold swept through this past fall, my space heater came out to play. It spent long hours purring by my side in my bedroom downstairs. That’s all I ever really need to create anything, just me and my space heater.

Dad always comes downstairs to bother me and pick my brain when I’m writing. He’s always telling me what a big fire hazard my space heater is. loveBack in the day, Dad used to be a wild-land firefighter. He’s always had a deeper understanding of the benefits and consequences of fire. We never really had candles, incense, or anything of that nature in our home. It was pretty much a rule of thumb that unless we were at the dinner table, candles were not allowed to be burned.

But after the warehouse fire in Oakland, California this past weekend, my space heater and I have entered a tumultuous time in our relationship. This event has caused me to take a step back and rethink ways that I can be safer with fire and fire-inducing items in my home.

For those of you who do not know about the fire, 36 people died late Friday night. The fire started in an abandoned warehouse turned low-incoming living quarters for Bay Area residents. The warehouse was an unsafe maze that housed artists, a music venue, and creative space for people looking to collaborate. It’s still unknown how the fire started, but it erupted so quickly that it gave very little time for the residents of the building to find escape.

My heart goes out the victims who faced death upon the inferno. I know that puts a darker spin on things, but as funny, beautiful, and magical as life can be, it can also be a cruel teacher. As uncomfortable as it is to talk about, it’s important to address these issues and events that are very real and pertinent in our society. We aren’t invincible beings. This is a call to remind us that earth is not always a safe place and life is indeed very fragile.

So today I’m packing up my space heater and cutting it out of my life cold turkey. In addition to it being a fire hazard, it eats away at our precious energy supply. I can learn how to enjoy the warmth of winter in more layers and hot cups of tea. It’s time I bear this time of year in true North Idaho fashion: I’ll be growing some thicker skin!

Be safe out there, oklandfire




The First of December, Twenty-Sixteen.

Today was a wonderful day.

Jeffery called me last night and asked if I wanted to grab breakfast at the Cedar Street Bistro downtown. Jeffery, aside from being my coworker, is a die-hard Scorpio. Naturally, I feel like I’m talking to a cosmic alien in 90% of our conversations. Jeffery dives deep into the unknown realms so you better not be afraid to hop on the ride if you want to learn or thing or two from him. I knew the moment I met Jeffery that we were going to be friends. I’m glad it’s working out for us. (more…)

The 30th of November, Twenty-Sixteen.

Today Dad and I took a walk in Dover, Idaho. Absolutely gorgeous over there, even in November! Canadian geese lined the shore with their noisy quacks and flailed in all directions when the Heron swooped in. A couple of Mallards sat without an inch of movement and Dad didn’t have anything nice to say about the less attractive female. The emerald feathers of the male really do shine light on the beauty of the masculine in this particular species.

The woods that border the shoreline are filled with Lodgepole Pine (Pinus contorta). Naturally, the walk mainly consisted of a lesson on the Pinus contorta species and its adaptability in nearly any kind of environment. Forester Dad. pinuscontorta (more…)

Tuesday, Nov 29th, 8:43PM.

Leigh called and asked where I’ve been. She says she likes it when I update my blog on a more regular basis because it lets her be with me whenever she feels like it. Leigh always calls at just the right time and we always get right back to where we left off.

Surprisingly, Leigh and I haven’t spoken since that flaming cheeto got elected into office. So we chewed the fat for a bit but we didn’t really go into that much detail because it’s honestly exhausting to talk about right now.

Leigh is leaving for New Zealand in January. That’s her dream place and all. I’m happy for her. She told me she’s starting on the south island and traveling north. Leigh also informed me of the job she scored while over there. Did not ask what she was doing. She did not go into further detail. Can safely assume it’s some kind of garden/farm work of sorts.

Leigh’s a full-blown dreamer, like me. It’s why we get along so well. I can rely on her to not judge me for soaring so goddamn high up in the clouds with my dreams and all. We’re one and the same. There’s a whole lotta love there, even if I do sometimes want to perma roll my eyes in the back of my head when she calls us a “karmic connection.”

Anyway, that’s all for today.

Will try to update more often.