“When I wasn’t looking, the best things found me anyway.”

About Me


  • When Chaos Changes the Picture

    Is a little chaos actually good for us? Imagine stepping into a Parisian gallery in the early twentieth century. You are surrounded by paintings where faces are fractured into geometric pieces, proportions are stretched like pulled taffy, and gravity seems… Continue reading

  • The Steps I Never Planned

    Hit 5,000 steps today and drop your achievement here — we’re cheering you on! I hit 5,000 steps today. Some were intentional… Others belonged to life. Three hungry dogs were convinced breakfast was an emergency. One even took off with… Continue reading

  • The Wisdom of a Gut Feeling

    What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger? As kids, we chase whatever makes our taste buds happy in the moment. The future never gets a vote. Then the years pass. At first, your body whispers,… Continue reading

  • The Architect of Emerald Symmetry

    Why would I dare ask for a single copper when the steering wheel greets me like a paintbrush to its artist? To be paid would be to admit that this is labor, when in truth, it is liberation. I set… Continue reading

  • A Word Without a Soul

    If I could permanently ban one word from general usage, it would be “normal.” It is a word without a soul — a linguistic vacuum that quietly drains the vibrancy from the human experience. It masquerades as truth, as if… Continue reading

  • Good News Looks Good on Me

    You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do? I’d blink a few times, slow — like I’m clearing fog from a windshield. I’d look around the room, searching for something out of place. My brain… Continue reading

  • The Many Souls of My Feet

    I wish I could say I have one favorite pair of shoes. But maybe the beauty is that I don’t. There isn’t just one pair.There’s one epic journey — and within it, a rotating cast. A quiet ensemble living in… Continue reading

  • Confessions of a Texas Hardened Criminal

    I have a confession to make. I am a hardened criminal. Not because of that Texas roll at a stop sign last Tuesday — you know, the kind where you respectfully acknowledge the sign but don’t fully commit — but… Continue reading

  • Boundaries with Benjamin

    Dear Money, We’ve had a pretty toxic relationship. You act like I want to spend all day thinking about you. You keep showing up, trying to call the shots, tempting me to center my life around you. But let’s be… Continue reading