I moved into my childhood home and spent four months watching my dad die. Losing a parent is a (mostly) universal human experience. Other folks have been through this. There is advice and wisdom to draw upon. And yet, when the time comes, you are radically unprepared. Other things happened…

I was gonna write something witty and topical. I was; I swear. But every time I wrote something, there was coup or an impeachment or some other constitutional crisis. Honestly, it’s hard to keep up. I hoped 2021 would be less eventful. That said, I’m still optimistic. There is radical…

Well, that was a disaster. I have nothing meaningful to say about our collective experience. It’s well documented. I reckon my personal experiences weren’t covered by the media. My dad’s cancer returned. My cousin had major brain surgery. My mom was stranded in Seattle. My sister had her first kid…

The workday leaves me exhausted and wondering what I did, where the day went. During the day, in the time between meetings, I find myself in a fog. The constant context switching makes it hard to focus, leaving me unsure about what I’m supposed to do with any given block…

It’s been an eventful year. I watched my son evolve from helpless slug into a willful agent of destruction. I presented at WWDC. I started managing a research team. I took monthly cross-country flights to visit my dad who was diagnosed with stage IV stomach cancer. 2019’s been a lot…

Let me give you a lens into my madness. I spent three weeks with my family this holiday break. Every time I go home, I revert. I turn into a high school student. I sequester myself in my bedroom and play video games. This year it was easier. …

Last year, I set a goal to write more. I wanted to average one blog post a month. I was too optimistic. And other, unexpected priorities popped up… So how’d I do? Success Run a half marathon. I ran two. And I set a new personal record of 1:46:19 this November. …

I have a mental block when it comes to writing. It’s crippling. I sit around and feel sorry for myself. I thrash between playing video games, reading the internet, and other forms of procrastination. I compulsively snack. My fear of writing (and my expanding waistline) is why I started this…