The letter
Twice a month, I write a short letter about being a husband, a father, and a leader. These letters aren't random — they trace the real shape of the last several years, from things falling apart to something steadier. I'm sharing it because I don't want any man walking through his own version of this to think he's the first, or that there's nothing on the other side.
This is what happened. This is what came up for me. This is how I reframed it. And questions to carry you forward.
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Every letter so far
Anger is a secondary emotion — it's rarely about what's actually in front of you. What to do once you notice the gap.
Covid, anger that came out sideways, and the night a man who hadn't cried in years ended up crying alone outside his own house.