A collection of stories. A cabinet of curiosities.

It has been an honor and a privilege to host a dozen intimate gatherings […]

The Looking Glass Feast was the last feast in my three year series of events.

A snippet from the “Walrus and the Carpenter” poem.

Thank you to everyone who helped make this feast possible!

“Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry…”

Today, I am announcing an ending…

Another meaning for the Old English "clamm" is a vice, and media heavy hitter Vice wouldn't really have the same bite if it was called clam. [...]
 

Last weekend we hosted a Feast—we called it Rooted. [...]

"Salt is born of the purest parents: the sun and the sea." [...]

Through the looking glass. [...]