A Note to the Ones Who Wander By

If you’ve stumbled on this, maybe it’s not an accident.

I’ve spent most of my life walking the fine line between survival and art. Raised by a single parent, I learned early that grit, faith, and the kindness of strangers are worth more than any safety net. Most of what I’ve built, from my travels and work to my healing, has been made possible through generosity, shared meals, spare change, and open doors.

For the last five years, I've worked in emergency medical services, where saving lives somehow pays less than serving coffee. I also create, design, and write in a world where art is being replaced by algorithms. Both paths demand heart, not hype. They keep me grounded in what’s human.

Right now, I’m finishing Wild Resilience, a book about surviving in the wild, both externally and internally. It’s about trauma, love, and the strange alchemy of starting over again and again.

If you believe in stories that still have blood and breath in them, I’m asking for your help.

A few dollars, a share, or even a kind word helps me keep going. It allows me to travel, write, and capture beauty before it disappears behind another screen.

If you give, thank you.

If you share, thank you.

And if you just found my business card and felt something, maybe that’s enough too.