Three wrong turns make a right… That’s a good catch 22 for my life. It would take, well, a lifetime to explain to you where I’ve come from. I can tell you where I’m going, that everything I’ve done has led me up to this point… and it’s finally a beautiful thing.
Let’s just say I keep my guardian angels “busy and employed full-time”. From time to time, people have enjoyed the story I have to tell. But when it all comes down to grind, I know it’s not about me. It’s all about her, Miss Airey-Berry, my beautiful little spawn who you will grow to learn and love. We (Aireanna and I) were born in Tornado Alley, but we quickly buckled our seat belts at the brink of my twenties and her toddlerhood. We’re not in Kansas anymore. As you read this, you will find us under the sweet mossy blanket of the Pacific Northwest. That may be subject to change. And as we cultivate, explore, and brew this new happy existence of our own, here I am, attempting to form for you some understanding with this experience that I call — my life.
It is a pleasure. And welcome.