• A Blissful Driving Force

    As a college guy, I believed in being different and outperforming the best of my lot. Coming from a modest family background, the realization of achievement dawned over me. I never favored being a 9 to 5 corporate professional and a having a ‘boss’ was simply not my cup of coffee. I was never interested…

  • Going Back To My Roots

    “Get out there and look at that f****n car. Look at that f****n car!” And all of the good little office girls jumped up and ran outside to ogle and coo over the chairman’s latest “prestige motor.” Me being me – someone who couldn’t care less about cars, or massaging the needy egos of the…

  • Coming Home

    When I was 17, I attended the school for graphical design and printing. I remember one time a teacher yelling at me: ‘With an attitude like that, you won’t get very far in life’. I don’t know why this pops into my mind at the very moment I started to writing this piece for HeroPress….

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    HeroPress at 100

    March 8th we’ll have 100 HeroPress essays published. This seems like an auspicious time to look back at what we’ve built. Since the first one I’ve only missed maybe 2 weeks. One essay has been taken down for security reasons. Only once has anyone really stood me up, and only four times or so has…

  • A Sense Of True Freedom

    It’s 7:30 in the morning in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The hostel’s cat just came to say “Good morning” and I just finished my night shift on the WPMU DEV forum. It’s my third day in Rio after spending the last 40 days in Bogota, Colombia. Traveling is in my blood or at least, it…

  • Not every hero wears a cape

    I almost didn’t go to my first WordCamp I started working with WordPress in 2010. A client requested I use WordPress and a Revolution theme they’d purchased to build their new site. When I was done, I submitted it to the theme showcase, and Brian Gardner reached out to tell me how much he’d liked…

  • Hitting Rock Bottom

    I’d never been to The Capital Grille. I’d been to nice steak houses before, but this felt like a big deal. At least it should have. I was too busy freaking out because my wife wasn’t responding to one of my texts. That’s when I knew I hit rock bottom. That mental illness had taken…