From a picture of our yard with a stenciled piece of wood to a real logo in 9 months. I started to write this blog post about 3 weeks ago. It was leading up to my 40th birthday and the launch of our hot sauce line.  Like a real, legitimate, and might I unabashedly add, … Continue reading Brown Dogs Farm (3) →

"The waiting is the hardest part." - Tom Petty "I got no patience, and I hate waiting." - Jay Z If you are anything like me you're anxiously, curmudgeonly, waiting for winter to end. With the groundhog's foolproof shadow forecast and March 1st coming up, we know there is light at the end of the … Continue reading Waiting →

This was going to be an ending to the blog. That was the plan. I planned to write about all the exciting stuff coming up for myself, my wife, my family and our company, Brown Dogs Farm. It was loosely the plan from the time I wrote my first post a year ago. I wanted … Continue reading Plans →

When I first met Prince, he was anything but sweet toward me. He was Amanda's protector, and he took his role seriously. His growling bark sounded vicious, and his facial expression backed up the idea that this was not a way of saying hello- it was more of a "stay the fuck back, asshole" vibe. He … Continue reading Good Night Sweet Prince →

Most of the stories I've told are things I planned to write about. Stories that I thought were entertaining, important, or potentially helpful for someone dealing with addiction, whether that addiction is their own or someone they love's. This is a bit more... spontaneous? I suppose that's the best word for unplanned. I still believe it might … Continue reading You Don’t Have to Eat Cake →

If your opinion of your fellow man is based solely off the evening news, you are likely to believe the world is full of evil. Most of what makes headlines is shocking and / or appalling.  Sure, they mix in a couple of feel-good human interest stories, but the overwhelming amount of reporting is dedicated … Continue reading John →