Rain falls in droves playing notes on our roof — a winter concerto. Rivers rise in the valley a gurgling hum — the end of drought. Snow hisses into steam and lichen crawls up the fingering limbs of leafless aspen. Waterfalls rocket from the hills and fog pours from the trees as the dripping wonderland cradles us in white noise. I want the storm to tear away our roof. I want to hold you — everyone — in my arms

In December half-dome dons his winter hat. Mossy boulders sport icicle beards and a tree encased in lake ice, lies like a jewel in a museum. In December the old are made young. The seams and leaks that spring from half-dome’s belly are frozen tight. The granite giant, like an arctic explorer, is brightened by the cold. In December a field of small boulders caulked by frost, huddles for warmth. Their summer rivalries left behind

In ten years, I hope everyone talks about mental fitness the same way they talk about physical fitness. Imagine being able to weigh your happiness/attentiveness/mood on a scale each morning. Imagine missing your mental workouts for a week, getting an alert, and realizing you’ve been sleeping poorly because you forgot…

In entrepreneurship and many activities in life, the 80/20 rule reigns supreme. Reading a business book? You’ll get 80% of the value from 20% of the advice (ie. it’s better to soak in a few key tidbits, then worry about every detail). Training to run a marathon? Again, you’ll get…

I moved in to a new apartment last month. We hired movers because backs don’t last forever. …

When I started Looksharp, like most social entrepreneurs, I did so because I wanted to make the world a better place. …

I watched as my friend cruised up a climb locals call “Scary Canary.” On the last move he struggled with an awkward mantle. He reached for a hold, grabbed dirt instead and suddenly was flying back towards me. He was well above his last piece of protection, but I was…

When I was a kid I obsessively read every Goosebumps. Later, while studying in Prague, I took nights off of beer drinking to come home early and dive into The Road, Lonesome Dove and more. Despite my lifelong love of reading; poetry never hooked me. Poetry was too archaic. Too…

This is part of a writing project I am doing called 12 Months in Yosemite. Starting in November 2016, I am traveling to Yosemite once a month and writing a poem that explores the changing seasons, people and scenery of my favorite national park. …