I was watching gamers before Twitch was invented.

Everyone acts like watching strangers play video games is some bizarre Gen Z invention. Nope. I was doing this in the 90s. In person. On couches that smelled like Doritos and broken dreams. For some reason, although I enjoyed playing my console games here and there, I also enjoyed watching…

Mom It's Time

Ten years ago today, we laid you to rest. You drifted into the quiet depths of eternity, settling silently on the ocean floor. Sometimes, I find myself standing on the shoreline, gazing out over the endless waters, searching for a sign of you. In the searching, I am reminded of…

Mom. I Remember.

It's been 10 years today. But I remember and will never forget. I π«πžπ¦πžπ¦π›πžπ« when your brother held your hand for the last time. I π«πžπ¦πžπ¦π›πžπ« watching the kids playing on the floor next to your bed. I π«πžπ¦πžπ¦π›πžπ« coming over everyday to see how you were doing. I π«πžπ¦πžπ¦π›πžπ«. I π«πžπ¦πžπ¦π›πžπ«, nearly…

I Built This, Mom!

Circa 1986, as I prepared for Halloween, I had everything in placeβ€”my costume, my bag, my route. But you, you had something else entirely brewing. I remember you stirring a huge bucket, thick smoke curling up from it. β€œMom’s making her homemade root beer again!” You made this…

From Basement Prototype to Nationwide Impact

In 2012, I co-founded a company (https://EVALS.NET) that built a SaaS product out of my basement in California (yes, a basement in Californiaβ€”I know, rare). It started with an idea, a friend dropping by, and a prototype that barely held together. That friend made three phone calls…

Narcissism Should Be Illegal

"Narcissism should be illegal," we said to our lawyers. They understood the impulse. We had a business partner who is a narcissistic sociopath. Not clinical. Descriptive. Someone else's words, but accurate. The kind of person who gets caught lying and responds by lying about the lying.…

Mom, you had a f*$#%ng library

MOM. Mom? MOMMMMM!!! HELLO? She’s probably reading a damn book. Sure enough, if you weren’t responding, you were somewhere in the house, utterly lost in another novel. I could’ve told you I saw Santa, who handed me a ticket to Australia with aliens to sell gift cards…

Mom. We didn't need any rules.

Growing up, as I reflect on my childhood, we had so few rules that they were practically invisible. You encouraged us to live freelyβ€”to color outside the lines, to ignore the confines of lanes, and to embrace creativity in every aspect of life, no matter what. When Jackass aired…

Mom, you were unphased

I remember when you went to Germany and Austria while I was in 4th grade. You and Dad brought back one of the best gifts I’d ever receivedβ€”a marionette. I was fascinated by it, spending hours learning its movements and figuring out every detail. I loved it so…