Broadway Lights & Cabin Nights
I spent this week watching my students experience New York for the first time—and then came home to the realization that this is the last week all of my kids will be under one roof. It’s a strange, beautiful tension of joy, pride, and quiet ache… and I’m learning what it means to live in all of it at once.
Looking Forward Through the Rearview
I didn’t plan to write this today.
This morning, I opened Facebook, scrolled past a few things, and then—boom—it did that thing it does and served up a memory I didn’t go looking for. Actually… it served up two. One from 2021. The other from 2022. Both deeply honest. Both from very different emotional places.
Reading them stopped me in my tracks. Suddenly, I was face-to-face with past versions of myself—one who was barely hanging on, and one who had found his footing again. It caught me off guard and sent me into a spiral of reflection I didn’t expect.
And that’s what led me here—writing this update four years later.