Will It Matter?

Boardwalk (Mouse) Empire. || #vscocam #nocrop #ragandisney

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I arrived at the Magic Kingdom on Wednesday for a bit of an escape from the bleak Chicago cold. The next day I was to give another presentation to my peers, exhorting them once again to (hopefully) new content heights. Opportunities to engage with new people and help them based on my experience are some of the most fun parts of what I do.

When I got in, I took a walk on the boardwalk. The air was a crisp 60 degrees, and felt great on my winter-blown skin. Across the water, I saw hoards of families, fresh off of magical experiences of the manufactured and genuine kind, coming down from theme park contact highs.

I sat by the edge of the water that evening, alone, fresh from hours of travel and miles away from my family, and wondered again:

Will it matter?

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Chicago is Snowy as Hell

Stopping by the Merch Mart on a snowy evening.

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And hard to maneuver. Pretty though.

Portrait of a Superwoman


At 31 weeks pregnant, my wife makes me feel inadequate.

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Awesome Smartphone Photography Tips

Definitely trying some of these out.

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The Water Is Lovely Today

Walking down the steps into our backyard, my bare feet hit our freshly mowed grass without fanfare. But Jack’s feet take each step deliberately, carefully, as he scales the steps proudly and independently.

It’s Sunday afternoon.

Miles makes import of the fact that he is putting on his big-boy shoes, newly purchased in advance of the school year. Shoes that, if he is to be believed, help him to run faster and jump higherHe throws on a fireman’s hat, sheriff’s badge, and superhero cape for good measure, and then bounds into our backyard after his enemies.

I’ve spent a good amount of the afternoon so far in front of an unforgiving screen, pounding away at endless work, and am grateful for the respite. As my toes stretch out in between the green blades and my ears hear imaginary battle cries, I come back to life—back to the most important things.

The water is lovely today, I think.

I Write

I write as I’m walking down a street in New York, feet tired, pace slowing to let my mind wander.

I write as the sun goes down, and I pass shops closing up for the night, bars opening up as New Yorkers spill out into the streets in anticipation of long evenings.

I write as a father pulls his son’s scooter out onto the sidewalk, and his son jumps on, guided by his hand, giving it a try, weaving in and out of people on the sidewalk. I miss my sons; I miss my wife.

I write as a pass smokers already waiting outside of restaurants, some pulling friends out for private meetings, some looking to avoid conversation all together.

I write as I resist the urge to join them, even though it’s the perfect night for it.

I write as I pass girls in short skirts, giddy with anticipation, getting into a taxi to take them somewhere uptown, or maybe upstream.

I write as I walk through Union Square Park, groups of young people with varying levels of tolerance for the rain hanging out outside the station, waiting for friends to join them.

I write as the weight of the day’s meetings press into my mind, and I attempt to let the rain wash away my to-do list like so much of the humidity from the air.

I write when I arrive at my hotel, weary from travel but full with life and palpable culture. I pull out my laptop, and I write.

An Open Letter to My Son on His 5th Birthday

You came into the world like a highly anticipated storm, one that you make arrangements for, one that people warn you is going to be noisy and troublesome and dangerous, and no matter how much you prepare you never feel fully prepared. You came with a heavy air that hangs on your lungs.

You changed us.

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