Starting Classical Guitar at 48 — Why I’m Learning Something New (and Hard)
At 48 years old, I decided to learn classical guitar — not because I needed another hobby, but because I missed the feeling of being a beginner again.
At 48 years old, I decided to learn classical guitar — not because I needed another hobby, but because I missed the feeling of being a beginner again.
When the day slows and the lights dim, these ten albums transform your space into a quiet sanctuary. Music to close your eyes to, and drift.
The Air Force told me I was going to learn Korean. I never imagined it would change the trajectory of my life. From the warmth of shared meals to the depth of words like han, language became more than communication — it became a new way of seeing the world.
From mix tapes and college soundtracks to Sunday morning pancakes, music has always marked the chapters of my life. Rediscovering vinyl brought me back to that magic — slowing down, savoring albums front to back, and hearing them in a way that feels alive.
On the morning of September 11th, I stepped off my bus into the sunshine, thinking it was a good day to be alive. Hours later, I was fleeing Manhattan as the world seemed to collapse around me. This is my story from 59 Maiden Lane — what I saw, what I felt, and how that day ultimately led me to enlist in the U.S. Air Force.
Van Halen. KISS. The Carpenters. A wild mix of noise and wonder—and a drum solo that rewired my brain. Music has a way of opening portals.
A reflection on how a simple Dad’s Advice slide deck became the seed of this blog — a place to store wisdom, life lessons, and love for my kids to return to someday.
From culinary school to combat zones, parenting through COVID to rebuilding a business—this is the story of trusting my gut when nothing else made sense.
A dramatic look at Game 6 of the 1986 World Series and the baseball gods who never forget missed outs. A true story of belief, karma, and redemption.
How one book helped me stop coasting and start living with intention, care, and meaning. A reflection on quality, purpose, and embracing enough.
Discover how the music of Sly Stone became a lifeline during my darkest days, guiding me through loneliness, self-reflection, and ultimately back to myself.
A personal look at my fitness journey — and how building small, consistent habits has changed the way I think about progress, patience, and what it means to take care of myself.