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

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

"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

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

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

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

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

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.