About

Portland, Oregon, USA Portland, Oregon, USA Portland, Oregon, USA My passions are art, animals, music, writing, the environment, and living life with a sense of spirituality. I spend time and money on that which is wild in this world. I’m a city man and a country kid – and a kid at heart. My spirit lives on the prairie and at the shore. Apart from that, a fine meal, red wine, time with my horses, a run with the dogs, and the exploration of our back roads and the back streets add a little zest to life... I don’t have a specific destination in life, just a way of living it. That recipe has allowed me to follow my heart, personally and professionally. I’ve raised 11 kids with my one partner of 24 years until her death 20+ years ago. Most of my work has been managing innovative and inclusive diversity programs… I've lived a passionate life and traveled in a unique road, along a inner path, toward a more public good... I think the last part of life is about getting it right, traveling down that red road, writing over those old mistakes while walking down new paths. And while all great journeys are both outward and inward, every great journey is enhanced by sharing... If I could choose only one word to describe my life it would be "shared". Sharing and partnership makes the coffee warmer, the food better, the burdens lighter, and the moments more infinite.

Education

• University of Oregon

Favorite saying

• "WHERE I LEARNED TO LOVE AND SERVE THE LAND & ITS LIFE: The little town of Ione, Oregon, pop 360. My grandparents, parents, and aunts and uncles had wheat ranches there: Once you've taken the dirt road it becomes part of everything you do, everything you are. The land. The birds and animals. Walking fields of golden grain. Skyscapes for miles and miles. A thousand stars. Touching infinity. Coyote and cattle calls. Cows baying for their calves. The blowing breath of horses running over the morning hill, their sunlit coats the fabric of Queens and Kings. The warming cluck of hens. A rooster crows. The sound of silence. The whistling wind across the vacant plain. Windows rattle. Lightening strikes, the land in front of you explodes. Up at 4, breakfast at 5. Chores. No excuses! Do it right! Do it now! But there are other dirt roads I've walked. Reservation land. City streets. The Hood. Labor camps. We seed hope. Plow society. Fertilize tomorrow. A guilt-ridden liberal? Jesus walked the land. The Good Samaritan lent a hand. I was 5, Mom read that story to me and I knew that second he was me!!!. https://youtu.be/n5a3MuR6M9g https://youtu.be/T3g9QUT_oP0"