Play with the doers I shall. The makers and creators who care and tell untold truths…. Who dream bigger because I am them and they are me.

…A final thought from my last blog entry at a time when life was beginning to make far more sense to me and perhaps still little to all of you as the next step in my career was quietly in-the-making.

So, perhaps, this is Part 2.

My inspiration. My explanation. My path forward.

Cancer surgery recovery is no day at the park, and I had spent many nights staring at the ceiling in pain contemplating what was next for me. What got me through? Designing my future with this brand new paint brush. Making decisions based on hope. Not fear.

I had this idea where I could create local journalism that truly matters… not just today or this week but conversation starters with a lasting imprint on our neighborhoods. Lets create community and give our over-polarized communities and whoever made them so… a big kick in the ass.

My world was beginning to solidify.

I didn’t know it then, but now… so much YES.

A romantic notion, maybe, but one that has certainly built a tough incubator of innovation, creativity, and unparalleled delivery as I pursue not one but two new chapters centered around my one true love: storytelling.

I have always found a home in storytelling. An old friend. A confidant. My truth in motion.

…I would make a profession out of teaching through experience. I would give voice to the voiceless or muted. Hand a microphone to a talent.. a team with a remarkable idea… an emerging leader, a small business owner, an activist or a seasoned professional running a firm of 1000+ who is in the market for a fresh take on verbal  empowerment.

I want to dedicate myself to inspiring through you. I truly believe in helping others create the moments that matter.