This is where the thoughts spill over. Unpolished. Unfiltered. Occasionally uncomfortable. I write like I create—curious, observant, sometimes a little sideways. One part strategy, one part therapy, and one part “did I just say that out loud?”
Expect stories, breakdowns, creative battles, and the occasional rant dressed up as reflection. If you’re looking for something clean and corporate… well, good luck out there.
Loving a Creative: A Field Guide to Surviving Me
Being in a relationship with a creative is… well, it’s an experience. Ask my wife. Actually, don’t—she might still be recovering from this week’s emotional rollercoaster and endless kitchen chest bumps (she hates those). We’ve been together 15 years. That’s 15 years...
Love Without Borders
My wife and I just got back from a 20-day trip to Italy and Spain. Sounds romantic, right? Wine, sunsets, pasta, all that jazz. But it wasn’t a vacation—it was a homecoming. Not for us, technically, but for the international students who lived with us over the past 7...
Raised by Wolves
What’s it like being raised in my house? Picture six kids. One creative dad. One strong, brilliant, unshakeable mother. Add a bit of emotional volatility, inappropriate humour, big dreams, late-night deep talks, and the occasional impromptu living room dance...
Genius, Madness, and the Fine Line in Between
A brutally honest reflection on creativity and mental health I’ve never cut off my ear and mailed it to someone, but I’ve definitely been two skipped meals and a deadline away from understanding why Van Gogh did. There’s this long-held belief—romantic, disturbing, and...
Brand Is the Wind, Leadership Is the Sky
Running a business used to mean rowing harder than everyone else. Head down. Calloused hands. Speed over direction. But that era’s dead, and good riddance. Because leadership today? It’s not about rowing the boat. It’s about reading the sky. It’s about plotting the...
Confessions of a Chronic Overthinker
You never really know you’re an overthinker until someone else comes along and points it out—or in my case, sits across the kitchen island and quietly mirrors back your own tangled thoughts. I’d spent most of my life chalking it up to curiosity, calling it “being...
Why We Stare Out Windows
I don’t know exactly when it started, this habit of mine—leaning against the window, watching a West Coast rain streak down the glass while my mind wanders somewhere between the hydro wires and the ghost of my own reflection. Sometimes it’s a deliberate pause, like a...
Branding Isn’t a Logo—It’s a Cold Snap in July
You spend thirty years in the design and advertising world, you see a lot of brands come and go. Some arrive with a bang—shiny logos, “mission statements” workshopped to death, and a rollout strategy that lands with all the excitement of the Stanley Cup Parade, minus...
The Art of Losing Your Keys (Again)
There are days when I honestly think I’d lose my own ass if it wasn’t attached. Keys, wallets, reading glasses—hell, I once misplaced my Tim’s cup while holding it. You’d think after three decades in the creative trenches, I’d have cracked the code on basic...