believe stories can save us—or at least remind us we’re still alive.

I’ve done humanitarian work in places that don’t make the news: from the forgotten towns in the mountains of West Virginia, to the blistered deserts of the Middle East. Places where pain and beauty live side by side. I spent years in churches and pulpits, trying to make sense of God. These days, I’m looking for the Divine in stranger places—mosques, sweat lodges, city streets, quiet conversations over tea.

I’m not here to preach anymore. I’m here to listen. I’m here to tell stories that crack something open. If my work does anything, I hope it reminds you to stay curious. To stay human. To feel something. To fight for good. To remind you that YOU are good.