The California Desert and a mountain named Cupcake

The California Desert and a mountain named Cupcake

When I was 11 my parents decided to leave L.A. and move to the middle of the Arizona desert.  The rest of my childhood was spent plotting my departure.  On my 19th birthday I hit the road for Colorado leaving that tiny, secluded town in my dust.  I never appreciated...
Flying Solo

Flying Solo

You know how certain days of your life are so monumental that they will be ingrained in your memory until the day you die?  Yesterday was one of those days.  Growing up I’ll never forget the framed cut up shirt that hung in my dad’s office.  It was from...