Writer
I love a good story.
I’ve spent my life chasing and telling good stories. As a professional writer, I’ve told those stories via innovative communication vehicles and exquisite events for the world’s most prestigious companies, including Condé Nast’s Bon Appétit magazine, LVMH’s Chandon California, and Providence’s Queen of the Valley Medical Center. I’ve told stories via more than a dozen food- and wine-focused books. And I’ve used storytelling to raise funds for important causes, including healthcare, literacy and community services.
From our vantage point on the porch we can watch the sun crest over the canyon or the fog melt away in the mornings and the sky fill with stars at twilight. It is a front row seat view of morning arriving and the day leaving.
No Peekie. Gunga Din. Black Mariah High, Aces Low. Black Mariah Low, Aces High. These were the words that filled our Saturday night at the cabin last week. These were the words of a poker game, a game I identify more with the cabin and my grandparents than I do with Vegas.
I don’t remember ever being bored at the cabin. If we weren’t running around outside with our cousins, swimming at the river, or playing games with whoever was up for Yahtzee or gin rummy, there was plenty to do by ourselves. We could lose ourselves in game after game of solitaire, hike up or down the creek or embroider.