I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why I even write this blog. Not in a dramatic “I’m going dark” way — just in the normal Gen X way where your brain suddenly decides to get reflective between errands. Most of what I post here is light. Funny. Nostalgic. Stuff you can read while eating a sandwich. But life isn’t just made out of the light parts. Sometimes a perfectly good day bumps into an old scar, and suddenly you’re time-traveling emotionally while trying to find a parking space. Case in point: Jacob made Eagle Scout. Huge deal. Pure pride. Have to write more about it in a separate post. A milestone you want to wrap in bubble wrap and save forever. But to get to the ceremony, I had to drive through That Town . Everybody has a place like this — a town that looks normal on Google Maps but turns into psychological dodgeball the minute you’re actually in it. You pass a restaurant where you once had a “we need to talk” conversation. you see restaurant parking lots that h...

Today I turned 49. That’s a strange sentence to type. Not because I’m afraid of the number—but because I’m honestly surprised to see it on the calendar. Somewhere along the way, life stopped being a race toward “what’s next” and became more about remembering what already happened. Lately, I find myself spending more time reflecting than planning. Not in a sad way—just in a “wow, that actually happened?” way. I’ve been thinking about the value of capturing moments. Not the polished, posed stuff—real moments. The kind that slip through the cracks unless you write them down. The kind you forget until something random brings them back. That’s why I started writing this blog. I wish I had started at 22. Back then, I thought I had it all figured out. I had energy, big ideas, and just enough cluelessness to think I was invincible. What would 22-year-old me have written about? Probably something cringey. Probably something about music, ambition, or some job I thought was going to be my forever...