These chronicles are simple musings along our journey...
They are not meant to be product of perfection.
Just a look back to how a shitty year can make you realize how lucky you are… xo
Photo by Aiste Jasm.Read More
Beautiful flower composition by Flowers on Flowers @flowersonflowerz, photo by Pink Haze @thepinkhaze.
The other day I had a conversation with a guy friend (who runs a distribution business) about Pink Haze and Pink Sesh. Summer and I are at a point where we need to make tough decisions that will have a long-term impact on our future. While talking, my friend went on a rant about how much he believed in Pink Haze and Pink Sesh Society and how it was an easy sell if we wanted to partner with a larger organization.Read More
I remember the day I bought my first clone. It was glorious, the sun was shining, business was good, and I was now going to grow cannabis of my own. She was a beauty and I had the same feeling you have when you get a new pet. I wanted to hold it and love it and take good care of it so it had a good life.Read More
Trap Kelly (aka M80), a rising sensation who croons like Chris Brown and can spit with the best of them, was born and raised as Nadir Wilkes in the rough neighborhoods of Paterson, New Jersey, now the second largest concentration of Arab immigrants in the U.S. The twenty-six year old sports a .38 Special tattoo over the entirety of his hand and music notes inked above one eyebrow - only two of many tattoos that cover most of his visible skin.Read More
I met M80 and a couple of his New Jersey music friends, DJ Wreckless and Justin Love, earlier this year in Los Angeles. We ended up at a celebration for investors, entrepreneurs, and supporters of a cannabis venture. I reveled in their ambition, gratitude, and swagger so I watched a couple on Instagram and the intrigue began to grow.Read More
Sure, the freedom and flexibility of the life I built were great, but I was uninspired, unamused and generally over the world of politics. It was a good sixteen-year run but if I didn’t exit soon I would stab myself with a yard sign.Read More
It was one of THOSE days. Everything was misaligned and a cloud of melancholy lingered. The road seemed uphill this afternoon.
I had left my career. Thirty-one years spent building relationships (good and bad), building departments and offices, creating my own company and the companies of others’ dreams. None of it born from passion.Read More
In early 2016, I was arrived promptly for a scheduled meeting with my new business partners – a medicinal delivery service, soon to be backed up by a bricks-and-mortar dispensary. As I walked toward the house, a pretty young girl was there to meet me. She was tall with dark honey brown hair, “Are you Patty,” she said.Read More
The first time I smoked alone changed me. Sure, we smoked all the time in college but it was a social thing; you always passed the green to someone else. Drinking or doing drugs alone carried a stigma for me (yeah, I get the irony).Read More