Andrew and I are eating pizza. Okay, Andrew’s eating pizza and I’m sitting across from him dreaming of eating pizza… warm and basil-tinged, with just a smear of fresh tomato sauce, cheese caramelized onto the crisp crust… Oh. Yeah… But this post isn’t about the pizza (really!); it’s about the discussion happening between those savory, mouthwatering bites.

“What’s your why?” I asked. “Why do you wake up in the morning and continue, year over year, to love running Herbiary?” read more…