The Long Train Home It happened a lot faster than I thought it would. The end, that is. I had some high-level plans about how I would get out on the road and where I might end
Interlude: Loneliness It has been a number of days since my last entry in the #WorkFromMotorcycle series. I promise to catch up. I have entries queued and ready with just editing and imagery left as
The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying "Would you like to sit down?" I’ve come to find that words I once found innocuous or routine have much more power when you speak them with intent. I have
What Are You in the Dark? Today was the first day of actually working on #WorkFromMotorcycle. I woke up in my tent and set up shop on a picnic table for morning meetings. The campground I was staying at
Burning Ring of Fire It was like riding through a thick fog. A thick fog that smelled like a campfire and that stretched out for several hundred miles. I spent the better part of today carving my
A Giant Red Ant The landscape changed on day two of #WorkFromMotorcycle. Not in the way that the landscape differs slightly from town to town or county to county. Not even in the drastic way that separates
Buffalo Alice and The Enchanted Highway I learned a lot today. I learned about the world’s largest buffalo, welded sculptures, and the tangible presence of the massive wildfires in the interior northwest of the United States. I learned
Love Hurts A coworker took me to The Moth last month. It was an incredible event that touched me on a deep level. It wasn’t necessarily the stories themselves or the people telling them.
Transparency in Management The idea of transparency has always intrigued me. I have played the roles of direct report and manager in the Fortune 100, SMB, and startup worlds at various points throughout my career and