The other day I was talking to Miss L — She is in middle school, and those are simply hellish years. The freedom and confidence of childhood is leaving and being replaced by the over acting, self critiquing mind a teen; and the metamorphose appears as painful as transforming into a werewolf. They lash out, they get bullied, they… Read More Something Beautiful
Viola excitedly spoke of hypotheticals over Marco Polo today; I was instructed to have the kids ready with light jackets incase it rained, she was to pick us all up after school and were were to go on a surprise adventure! And with Mariachi music blasting we drove South and back into the desert… The jig was… Read More Dry Lakes
The Havoc Army is BACK and we have expanded. Viola and her hoard have joined us in our never ending quest for awe, adventure and growth! The end of this week has been full of snotty faces and stomach bugs for both Viola and I. Our BBQ plans looked like they weren’t going to happen.… Read More An evolving tribe.
I had a great revelation these past few days. I was looking at pictures from the past several summers, of my children, and the abundance of smile filled adventures we have; and I realized how it has always been us, my children and myself. Clayton was only a passenger on our journey. My heart swelled with… Read More Moving on.
I haven’t written in a while. Life has been a blur, a happy one albeit, but chaotic for sure. The first thing I should tell you is that we are no longer living in the Havoc Army Trailer, she is parked in storage ready for an adventure. As we realized we were not leaving Las… Read More Where we are now
”You don’t want to get on her bad side”, “So you would kick my ass if…”, I hear statements like these almost every time someone finds out I am a fighter. There is also an assumption that I get some sort of “release” from fighting and fight training. Sorry to disappoint you, world, but it is… Read More I am not angry.
I grew up in the forest, I grew up with oxygen rich air, I could tell the changing seasons by the smell of the woods, my legs were aways covered in scrapes from brambles and branches. The forest is where I escaped in imagination and body from the damage of a chaotic home as a… Read More The forest and Me.
Las Vegas is just a strait up contradiction: In the middle of a mountainous desert landscape there is this huge metropolis; Tropical, flashy, colorful, an arresting display of american culture. A total mind fuck. Passing by these giant buildings who’s names and edifices I have seen on countless screens. Billboards covered in faces of entertainers,… Read More Entering Las Vegas
Last one for tonight. But boy are these giant unpolluted skies gorgeous. I saw the milky way for the first time in my life, and I got to share that with my family.
Dude thinks we are in “Borderlands”. But we are really just off HWY 58 before Barstow, Ca on our way to Las Vegas. Typically we look for a big commercial parking lot to “Boondock” in while we travel, but when we saw the Public Lands signs a few miles back we had to take advantage.… Read More We sleep in the desert.