Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!

Twenty five years in tech and nothing happened. Then I went to work in cannabis.

Reclassifying marijuana to Schedule III is a good firststep, but more needs to be done.

I was not surprised at the initial responses: a fifty-fifty split.

Insights and inspiration for Left on Rancho . . . and the next novel.