Jul 31
2013I grew up in a lovely historical Middle-American home overflowing with collections of antiques a little too reminiscent of an episode of Hoarders. Acquiring stuff was encouraged. Eclectic chaos and clutter was the norm. Children tend to carry on the lifestyles of their upbringing, or they rebel into opposition. I was destined to become a hoarder. Or a minimalist.
Jun 03
2013It was just after summer in 2011, and I had spent months traveling solo throughout the Southwest USA. For weeks I’d been camping in all the best national parks—Zion, Valley of Fire, Death Valley—hiking and exploring, meeting interesting people, and enjoying the peacefulness of the expansive desert. After more than 7,000 miles on the road, my trip was winding down. I descended back into civilization, checking into a hotel in downtown Las Vegas. Read more →
Mar 18
2013It was just before 5AM on a Wednesday in Metro Detroit. I was up before dawn getting ready for the 45 minute drive from my hometown to the airport. It was the day before I was due to visit Facebook Headquarters in California, and I had a flight to catch.
