How have I turned pain into something beautiful, something that holds value to society? Something that connects us to one another? No dipping your toe into the water to see how cold it may be, nor wading in a little at a time… just jump right into the deep end, huh? Alright then: I guess the easi...

Donny Dillbeck was my friend. A simple statement of fact but one that has profound qualities. For those of you who read this newsletter you will probably recognize the name, recently a few of his friends (myself among them) honored the hundredth day since the state of Florida murdered him. We did...

I woke up in the darkest, loneliest place in my life both figuratively and literally. I was 30 years old, addicted to drugs, had burned all my bridges, lost everything, and found myself on Death Row. I was at a breaking point, or what some people call the “dark night of the soul.” But, ironically...