Charlie (last night): “What part of the city are you in?” Me: “I think I’m downtown-ish.” C: “Oh cool. I bet you’re close to the CN Tower.” Me (upon stepping outside this morning, to myself): “That f’n kid, man…” Day 1 and I already miss him. He’s the world’s best travel pal and it’s strange to be back up here without him. Ever felt a plane fishtail on the ice? I did last night. Put a whole nuther meaning to the word hydroPLANE. No thank you. It’s frozen solid and snows comin down. This place is nostalgia city…familiar but forgotten, like a quirky old friend. Feels good/weird to be back, but holy smokes am I stoked on the reasons why…♥️❄️ Stay tuned!!! 🤫
Algorithm cheat! But now that I got you, text SIMS to 44321 to support @simsfoundation’s Mental Health and Recovery efforts for those in the music arts their loved ones. It’s important and the need is higher than ever. Every little bit helps. Tell ’em I sent ya. Or tell em it’s in honor of our dedicated chair of the board, Carlos F’n Sosa’s (known by the IG as @groovelinesosa) blessed birthday today. Yea. That one, actually…because we get by with a little help from our friends, amiright? 🎈
Sep’rated at birf. Coziest hats by my girl @apharmakis. 💞 #soulsis #dreamgirlmaterial #scorpiorising #bestbud
Sep’rated at birf. Coziest hats by my girl @apharmakis. 💞 #soulsis #dreamgirlmaterial #scorpiorising #bestbud
Sep’rated at birf. Coziest hats by my girl @apharmakis. 💞 #soulsis #dreamgirlmaterial #scorpiorising #bestbud
Sep’rated at birf. Coziest hats by my girl @apharmakis. 💞 #soulsis #dreamgirlmaterial #scorpiorising #bestbud
Oh hey, @continentalclubatx. Reppin my fave @alejandro_escovedo duds way up here in Canada, with you all in spirit tonight! I just talked to Wayne & @toddvwolfsonphoto, watched Clara’s vid earlier and cried happy tears for our music fam. I might even jam a little Sensitive Boys on my trusty acoustic to really teleport myself home. Big hugs to Dianne and everyone else there tonight! 🤍🤍🤍
Sleepless in Soulsville. ♥️
When I lost my leg 5 years ago, it felt like “times-up” on some things I’d only dreamed of doing & all kinds of things I’d never thought of, but no longer had the option to pursue or not. I accepted that there would now be activities & places on this planet that I wouldn’t get to experience or get to show Charlie. Machu Picchu was certainly one of the things on that list. When this opportunity presented itself, I had no idea how I would do it but I was damn sure gonna try. Yesterday, I tried and the greatest take aways were that I am stronger than I think & that it wouldn’t have been possible without support. Not that I counted, but apparently there are about 3,000 stone stairs throughout the ruins & I’m pretty sure we traversed most of them. Considering the constant light rain on those mossy granite steps, they were pretty slick. My eyes were down when we were moving, searching for stable footing for each robot foot step. The rain ponchos we bought on the street for 4 sols whipped around in the wind & made it hard to see our feet. About 15 min into the uphill climb to the ruins, I had a moment of reckoning. I knew this was going to be a lot, but with everything else we were contending with, I realized it was going to be much harder than I thought & maybe even not possible. Had I finally done it? Naively pushed myself to the limit and inconvenienced everyone around me as a result? Was this stupid & selfish? Dust was in cowboy boots, of course, which he said were built for this. It should also be noted that he was in jeans, a pearl snap, a blazer & his trusty fedora. This will be my brothers attire anywhere & pretty much always has been, but this was notable commitment. As was the impressive mustache he’s been maintaining for a role in a buddy’s film. Charlie had some altitude sickness, had not slept well the night before & the bag of breakfast items packed for us were suspect & remained untouched. His empty belly hurt & his backpack was heavy, which he finally spoke up about through tears halfway through the tour. Our guide carried his pack the rest of the way & some hits of oxygen a peppermint cough drop seemed to take the edge off. (Cont in next post) ⛰
When I lost my leg 5 years ago, it felt like “times-up” on some things I’d only dreamed of doing & all kinds of things I’d never thought of, but no longer had the option to pursue or not. I accepted that there would now be activities & places on this planet that I wouldn’t get to experience or get to show Charlie. Machu Picchu was certainly one of the things on that list. When this opportunity presented itself, I had no idea how I would do it but I was damn sure gonna try. Yesterday, I tried and the greatest take aways were that I am stronger than I think & that it wouldn’t have been possible without support. Not that I counted, but apparently there are about 3,000 stone stairs throughout the ruins & I’m pretty sure we traversed most of them. Considering the constant light rain on those mossy granite steps, they were pretty slick. My eyes were down when we were moving, searching for stable footing for each robot foot step. The rain ponchos we bought on the street for 4 sols whipped around in the wind & made it hard to see our feet. About 15 min into the uphill climb to the ruins, I had a moment of reckoning. I knew this was going to be a lot, but with everything else we were contending with, I realized it was going to be much harder than I thought & maybe even not possible. Had I finally done it? Naively pushed myself to the limit and inconvenienced everyone around me as a result? Was this stupid & selfish? Dust was in cowboy boots, of course, which he said were built for this. It should also be noted that he was in jeans, a pearl snap, a blazer & his trusty fedora. This will be my brothers attire anywhere & pretty much always has been, but this was notable commitment. As was the impressive mustache he’s been maintaining for a role in a buddy’s film. Charlie had some altitude sickness, had not slept well the night before & the bag of breakfast items packed for us were suspect & remained untouched. His empty belly hurt & his backpack was heavy, which he finally spoke up about through tears halfway through the tour. Our guide carried his pack the rest of the way & some hits of oxygen a peppermint cough drop seemed to take the edge off. (Cont in next post) ⛰
When I lost my leg 5 years ago, it felt like “times-up” on some things I’d only dreamed of doing & all kinds of things I’d never thought of, but no longer had the option to pursue or not. I accepted that there would now be activities & places on this planet that I wouldn’t get to experience or get to show Charlie. Machu Picchu was certainly one of the things on that list. When this opportunity presented itself, I had no idea how I would do it but I was damn sure gonna try. Yesterday, I tried and the greatest take aways were that I am stronger than I think & that it wouldn’t have been possible without support. Not that I counted, but apparently there are about 3,000 stone stairs throughout the ruins & I’m pretty sure we traversed most of them. Considering the constant light rain on those mossy granite steps, they were pretty slick. My eyes were down when we were moving, searching for stable footing for each robot foot step. The rain ponchos we bought on the street for 4 sols whipped around in the wind & made it hard to see our feet. About 15 min into the uphill climb to the ruins, I had a moment of reckoning. I knew this was going to be a lot, but with everything else we were contending with, I realized it was going to be much harder than I thought & maybe even not possible. Had I finally done it? Naively pushed myself to the limit and inconvenienced everyone around me as a result? Was this stupid & selfish? Dust was in cowboy boots, of course, which he said were built for this. It should also be noted that he was in jeans, a pearl snap, a blazer & his trusty fedora. This will be my brothers attire anywhere & pretty much always has been, but this was notable commitment. As was the impressive mustache he’s been maintaining for a role in a buddy’s film. Charlie had some altitude sickness, had not slept well the night before & the bag of breakfast items packed for us were suspect & remained untouched. His empty belly hurt & his backpack was heavy, which he finally spoke up about through tears halfway through the tour. Our guide carried his pack the rest of the way & some hits of oxygen a peppermint cough drop seemed to take the edge off. (Cont in next post) ⛰
When I lost my leg 5 years ago, it felt like “times-up” on some things I’d only dreamed of doing & all kinds of things I’d never thought of, but no longer had the option to pursue or not. I accepted that there would now be activities & places on this planet that I wouldn’t get to experience or get to show Charlie. Machu Picchu was certainly one of the things on that list. When this opportunity presented itself, I had no idea how I would do it but I was damn sure gonna try. Yesterday, I tried and the greatest take aways were that I am stronger than I think & that it wouldn’t have been possible without support. Not that I counted, but apparently there are about 3,000 stone stairs throughout the ruins & I’m pretty sure we traversed most of them. Considering the constant light rain on those mossy granite steps, they were pretty slick. My eyes were down when we were moving, searching for stable footing for each robot foot step. The rain ponchos we bought on the street for 4 sols whipped around in the wind & made it hard to see our feet. About 15 min into the uphill climb to the ruins, I had a moment of reckoning. I knew this was going to be a lot, but with everything else we were contending with, I realized it was going to be much harder than I thought & maybe even not possible. Had I finally done it? Naively pushed myself to the limit and inconvenienced everyone around me as a result? Was this stupid & selfish? Dust was in cowboy boots, of course, which he said were built for this. It should also be noted that he was in jeans, a pearl snap, a blazer & his trusty fedora. This will be my brothers attire anywhere & pretty much always has been, but this was notable commitment. As was the impressive mustache he’s been maintaining for a role in a buddy’s film. Charlie had some altitude sickness, had not slept well the night before & the bag of breakfast items packed for us were suspect & remained untouched. His empty belly hurt & his backpack was heavy, which he finally spoke up about through tears halfway through the tour. Our guide carried his pack the rest of the way & some hits of oxygen a peppermint cough drop seemed to take the edge off. (Cont in next post) ⛰
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
8k feet above sea level can make breathing a task while standing still, so hoofin it with a mask on is a challenge that requires some heavily mindful breathing. I’d pre-accepted that I was probably going to fall at some point…and IF that happened, that I would probably be fine; but I was worried about Charlie, I was worried about Dust slipping in his boots, I was worried I was holding up our group who were patiently waiting ahead, and worried about the line of folks stacking up behind me. The physical task was daunting, no doubt, but the emotional labor that accumulates as a result of disability is something people don’t talk about enough. Having the courage to ask for help and more help is the first mountain to climb, accepting it without guilt requires its own work out, having patience and a sense of humor makes the climb a helluva lot more enjoyable. These were steps I was navigating internally, trying to contain and regulate without it spilling onto others, and remembering to take moments to look up and take in the sights and the powerful energy of that place. I had an arm linked to mine for almost every step, and people from our group were ever present to offer a helping hand or a shoulder to hold onto going down the steeper parts. In general, people were kind and understanding, patient and willing. So, listen…as a low key PSA, if you are someone who feels deeply called to something that you feel inadequate to pursue, consider the possibility that there is room for you to be exactly as you are and that you are worthy of receiving appropriate support and just simply trying it. With that said, I’m deeply grateful to everyone who made this possible and especially to my brother, Dustin, for heeding the call for this wild adventure and being such a steady support and sacred witness for Charlie and I both. When we made it through to the end, Dust said he felt something similar to relief but having been talking to our angels and spirit guides along the way, it was actually just deep gratitude. We hugged and cried at the finish line. And after this soreness wears off, I’d do it all over again. ♥️
So, I used to be in a band. They called us The Trishas. Some still do. We toured & made records and became a family, as many bands do…but we really did. Pictured here is @jamielinwilson & @kmickwee. Not pictured is our 4th and dearly missed Trisha, @ahhrizzy. When Jamie & I had babies, the 4 of us ( @brandyzdan the honorary Trish!) made home on the road in a 15 passenger van ( a TM & a nanny 🥴🤪) and embraced touring with babes in tow. People often ask me how we did it…how I’ve managed to have Charlie on the road, at venues, auditions, on set, etcccc with me for much of his life…and the answer is in large part because of the sisterhood of these women showing me that it could be done with the right support. Hell, Jamie even let me try out my new Doula skills with her third child and long story short, I caught that baby. Literal open arms to these girls (and their offspring) forever & always…👯♀️👯♀️ @thetrishasmusic Go check out their music!! 🎶 @kmickwee just dropped a shiny new single today, in fact!! ✨ #thetrishas #thetrishasmusic #savannahwelch #kelleymickwee #jamielinwilson #lizmcgillis #bookends
A few weeks back, I got to make a sweet little story come to life with some great friends. @korbykorby, thanks for being my “wasband” for a week (ex-ish-husband. Go with it). Man, you wore many hats as writer/producer/lead and you made it look easy. @travishistory as our fearless leader, held the bar of integrity and charm as always. @randanewman brought the magic and love and food and and and…the beautiful brains behind the whole operation. So many others I could list here, but all this to say I wish I could be at the wrap party with you guys tonight! Have a frosty NA in my honor. 🍻
