(i.e. the conversations you wish your parents had with you)

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Goodbye. Hello.

By on February 8, 2015


Tonight’s a good night to release.

A decade and change ago I was a living dead person, a hollow shell of a man. In a letter my friend wrote me nearly 13 years ago tonight: “I am scared you will not be able to take more disappointment. I am just afraid of you dying Bob. Even more I am afraid of you not wanting to live.”

Tonight I am full with the love of an amazing woman, an incredible life where I get to be me and teach others how to do the same for themselves, I have a family I love deeply and find myself ever more connected to, and within my heart lies a burning sense of purpose calling me forward.

Ahead of me lies more connectedness. More openness. More love. More laughter. More peace.

Here’s to spaciousness.


When Yes Doesn’t Actually Mean Yes

By on October 5, 2014

I’ve started thanking people when they say “no” to me. Potential clients, friends, people I’d like to interview for www.reclaimingmalerolemodels.com, people who’s houses I’ve asked to stay at… It feels really good to me. No is an extremely powerful stance


Giving the Shoes Off Our Feet

By on September 12, 2014

I carried my $1500 laptop in its case as I walked toward the dinner place in Salt Lake last night. I felt a little bit safer about bringing it with me than I did leaving it in the car at


More Sex in One Simple Step

By on August 25, 2014

Talking about sex is great. We all arrived in the world because of it, no exceptions, so it’s a major bummer to see the treatment (or lack of) that it gets. And it’s more than a bummer. Some serious shit


Shame, sex, and suicide: My path to open-heartedness

By on August 14, 2014

[Originally published on The Huffington Post] At one point in my life I was nearly a dead man. Not by someone else’s hand, but by my own. It was practically an accident that I survived my second year of college,