Hi! My name is Sam.
I’m a writer.
Although lately I’ve been struggling with it.
My Hell.
Andrew is my boyfriend. He is the funniest, kindest, smartest man I know.
He also runs one of the largest cannabis shops on the planet.
Andrew at the farm.
I used to live on the island of Maui in Hawaii.
That’s where I went after graduating UCSC with a biology degree. I thought I wanted to be a marine biologist. But I fell in love with writing instead.  
For years, I wrote about arts and dining on Maui. I even had a popular weekly column about nightlife —which included the sordid details of my freewheelin’ singledom and the exploits of my hilarious friends. I relished the chance to express myself and learn shit.
This was one of my column graphics. I’m not this cute in real life.
Soon I wanted to expand my writing horizons. So I left the island and began working at newspapers on the mainland. But I eventually tired of the financial struggle.
When a friend asked me to join him in a cannabis consulting firm, I agreed. It was a lucrative gig but it didn’t last; the company folded within a year. I’ve been freelancing ever since. 
Along the way, Andrew and I bought an old house in the hills, while his mom battling dementia lived with us part time. Then my mom died unexpectedly, we lost our dog to cancer, my uncle died, then Andrew lost his mom and his step-mom, we rescued a dog and lost it in a tragic accident a year later, and Andrew’s dad passed away.
And I somehow lost my writing mojo. Here’s how I’m working to get it back...