I assume, as of now, you have not read my first book, Illyadra. A compartmentalization story of fantastical category. One that has taken...

To my Future Children, for when you find that the cares of this world fit uncomfortably upon you, I was in Kathmandu, Nepal, riding...

Hey Dad, You used to ask me, “how does it feel to want?” It was always after I communicated my desire for something. Like ice cream. Or,...