I was asked to present, well, dance,
tales of an ancient warrior,
and dicing the air, sword in hand,
summon all of my ancestors.

I was asked to present, well, dance,
tales of an ancient warrior,
and dicing the air, sword in hand,
summon all of my ancestors.
Ok, I’m using this space to practice, right? To practice how I want words to flow on a page before feeling like they are worthy of being published. With a blog, you’re not supposed to overthink it or over-edit it. You’re supposed to divulge some honest take about something you’re working on or going through,…
For twenty-five years, I waited to do this. Whenever I came across a small group of ice climbers exploring the lesser known regions of the White Mountains, I always stopped and admired them. I wanted to know more about where they were and how it felt to raise oneself up a cliff using ice axes….
Black Mountain, a ski destination in Jackson, NH, rests fondly in the hearts of many New Englanders. It’s quaint size and beautiful location speaks to the adventurer in all of us, nostalgic for a time most of us can’t remember. It’s also one of the first mountains—perhaps the first mountain—where I learned to ski, as…