I don’t always choose the stories that I write—they seem to choose me.

Had anyone told me that I’d find myself deeply immersed in the world of women’s bodybuilding or the business of industrial and brand design, I wouldn’t have believed them. Nor would I have ever guessed that I’d hang out with the Boss of an underground wrestling scenesleep in an old-growth Doug fir, roam around backstage at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, help arborists find and measure the biggest trees of each species or write about land use and our relationship to forests and trees.

But there it is—the life of a writer. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.