When it comes to high, unfenced places, I like to teeter on the edge, peeking over.
I have utmost confidence in my own sense of balance and feel for the ground beneath me. But deep down, I know I’m also responding to some primal urge to push the limits of life. I never quite know when the joke will slide from ruse to reckless.
And suddenly, I’ll step back of my own accord, sensing that something deeper within me than reason may suddenly leap off, my inner demons dragging me to my own unwitting death.

Writing and surfing, my two passions, are to me, overcoming that last-ditch inclination to self-preserve, and stepping off the cliff right as it drops on me. And then coming out the other side to find myself still alive.