On Writing, On Wednesday: The Very First Word

On Writing, On Wednesday: The Very First Word

This is stupid. That’s the first thing I thought when the idea came to me to write about writing, which seemed no different from a balloon maker noodling up a poodle figurine at a circus side show and instead of selling it to the five-year-old cotton-candy-eater who wants one, telling

For the Love of Music

For the Love of Music

On its surface, the story of William Garrett “Snuffy” Walden plays out like an expertly written drama. The innocence of youth, the tragedy of rock ‘n’ roll, the demise, the about-face and finally, the triumph. But as evident in Up to Snuff, a documentary shown at the Newport Beach Film Festival,

A Note on LOVE

A Note on LOVE

Hello, friends. So this past week I published the second edition of West Oceanfront Magazine, a project I’m working on with some creative friends of mine to share stories from Newport Beach. You can find the entire magazine here (or check out some of my favorite spreads below) but I

The One Where I Wrote A Magazine

The One Where I Wrote A Magazine

Well, yes. I am back to blogging, in case last week’s little holiday story didn’t tip you off to the (hopefully?) good news. So, here I am with more news. In the hiatus, I was still writing, and I wanted to share with you what that writing became, which is

The Art of Sticky Shaw

The Art of Sticky Shaw

The first time we texted, Sticky Shaw was driving to Mammoth. The second time, he was there, on the mountain, taking a powder break and ready to talk. I didn’t know his real name (it might be Sticky Shaw after all) or much about him, I just found his work—a Berlin

Letters of Inspiration: I

Letters of Inspiration: I

Sometimes inspiration can be found everywhere and sometimes, catching it is like trying to collect rain water with only a pasta strainer by your side. I’ve known Yvonne de Jonge, artist and founder of the blog Visual Strands, since I started my own site years ago. We met on Instagram, (read Yvonne’s

I’m Back

I’m Back

Hello, friends. I apologize for the hiatus. Sometimes you have to step back to move forward. You listen to your breathing like the yogi you sometimes pretend to be, take walks on the beach in the light of a waning sun. You read good books, you read bad books, you

Newport Beach Like a Local

Newport Beach Like a Local

I’m not from Southern California. I can’t drop the word “stoked” into casual conversation or explain where the confusing web of freeways might get you if you took the 10 to the 91 to the 73. (Can someone just name these roads and be done with it?) Truth is, I’m just

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