Field Notes from a Wanderlust Soul
Musings on magic, memories, & mischief.
There are people who walk through this world with a kind of cool that can’t be manufactured. My brother Jimmy was one of them. He once told me he was always trying to catch up to me. I was almost two years older than him—just 25 days short of that. But in so many ways,... Continue Reading →
Some songs come from memory.Others come from mystery. This one was born from both—from a stone, a sky full of tears, and the half-remembered ache of someone who may or may not have existed but whose presence shaped me all the same. We never truly met, but I carry a piece of a geode said... Continue Reading →
Field Notes from a Wanderlust Soul 