The quiet hours come in many forms — an empty gym on a rainy day, a path through the woods, or the glow of vinyl spinning late at night. Each reminds me that solitude is its own kind of luxury.
Parenting a pre-teen sometimes feels like watching an eclipse—the light dims, conversation shrinks, and frustration flares. I’ve found myself losing my temper, but also found a way back: giving my son a true name—Rising Sun—to remind me who he is and who he’s becoming. This post is about discipline, anger, and learning not to dim his light.
Some nights, even with all the right sleep rituals, I still find myself staring at the ceiling until 3 a.m. The next day feels foggy, heavy, and frustrating. But I’ve discovered one small practice that helps me reset: a short midday meditation. It won’t cure insomnia, but it can save the day.
Inspiration isn’t passive. You have to put yourself in the places where it lives—whether that’s a gym, a baseball field, the woods, or a gallery. And when you do, it changes you.
A quiet afternoon, a favorite song, and a few old photos reminded me how much better life feels with music playing in the background.
We think the hard part of inheritance is dividing money. But the real challenge is speaking up before things fall apart—and living with the discomfort of being the one willing to do it.
It didn’t ruin my day. But it showed me how I want my kids to show up—online and off.
A reflection on the hard but necessary practice of saying no with empathy—and why boundaries are what make adult relationships work.
This is the story of how I once pissed myself on a stalled New York City subway train—and why I wouldn’t trade that night for anything. It’s about shame, letting go, and realizing the world doesn’t revolve around you. Thank God.
I used to think leadership meant having the answer. But over time—through parenting, running a business, and watching one brilliant baseball coach reframe a moment—I’ve come to believe something else: asking the right question might be the most powerful move we can make. This post is about the shift from control to curiosity, and what happens when we lead with belief instead of certainty.
At 11 years old, kids need reps, not the bench. Here's why we left the travel team our son worked so hard to join—and what really matters at this age.
How do we raise strong, self-reliant kids without sacrificing emotional support? One parent explores the tension between grit and generosity.
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