Last week, I was in San Diego for a few days and it brought back some memories of my twenties that I’ve packed away for many years.

I spent a majority of my twenties (nearly a decade) in San Diego in the 1990s. It was a coming of age for me in the movement and my identity. It was inspiring and brutal at the same time. To be honest, I’ve had a lot of hesitation returning to all this. I’ve been back a few times since but nothing like this time around…..