I am a second generation farmer raised in the quiet backroads of rural Hawai’i. This upbringing has fostered a sacred solitude and connection to the land as an animate, connected place. But it has also been quite isolating, not without its unique obstacles and traumas to navigate. My comfort zone is a reclusive one, but sharing my musings has become my way of entering the outside realm—or at least letting others into mine.

Wholesome as Hell is where I expand on the happenings of my quaint country life, whether it be the secluded roads that raised me, my Aunt’s flower farm in Oregon, or the unfamiliar highways of the continental US by way of my ’93 Dodge Caravan. This is the space I use to make sense of the world around me, and attempt to preserve moments and phenomena I love most. If you’ve made it here, I thank you. I am honored in your interest, and I am continuously humbled to see that in exposing parts of myself, others have felt comfortable in exposing those parts within themselves, too.