Frozen New Year

In 2017 I started more drafts of posts that have gone unpublished than ever before.  There is so much I have felt I needed to say but I lack the time to get them to a place worth sharing.  These scattered unfinished thoughts have been the benchmark of this past year for me.  It is ironic…

“Oh Christmas Wall, Oh Christmas Wall…”

Growing up a tree hugging, dirt worshiping-California hippy, my family never cut down trees for Christmas. Instead we had a small tree growing in a wine barrel that we brought in for a few days each year with the help of my dad’s old Santa Cruz skate board.  It would be wheeled in and decorated before returning to the…