Tonight was the first time in a long time that I had all three kids going in three different directions on the same night (at least since the beginning of the pandemic). I believe this is the part of “normal” that I wasn’t so crazy about.

Each time I come to Chicago I like it more than the last. Weather was beautiful today, great meetings with the SpiderOak board, and one of the best steaks I’ve ever had for dinner. What a day!

What a night! I got to perform with my kids at a jazz concert, then we heard two amazing groups that performed after us. The last group was out of this world—Bobby Watson, Gary Bartz, Vincent Herring, Dave Kikoski, Carl Allen, and Yasushi Nakamura. Jazz heaven!  

This is one of the funniest ads (and digs at Apple) I’ve seen in a long time. I don’t often say this, but bravo Google!

It’s taken me a long time, but I’ve finally discovered an exercise I really enjoy: swimming. I’m two months into consistently swimming 5-6 times per week and I’m having a lot of fun. 🏊‍♂️

Bird Lives! (Happy Birthday Charlie Parker)

When I was in 10th grade I met an amazing man who changed my life. He wasn’t alive then, but I spent a year reading about him, listening to his music, and trying to learn to play it. That man, Charlie Parker, turns 101 this week. In junior high my family moved to the Kansas City area. After starting at my new school I switched from playing the violin in the school orchestra to playing the double bass.

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Resiliancy is so cool. This morning I ran into a friend at the pool. We’re both working off our lockdown spare tires. As we chatted I couldn’t help but think two-years-ago us would have thought. Life goes on and we try to find ways to thrive no matter what.

Successful first day of school for my three kids. Busses were ridden, classes were found and lockers opened, instruments were played and foreign languages spoken. The sheer normalcy is so comforting.

Broken parents, still limping along

Nothing I’ve read recently rang true quite like this: Parents aren’t even at a breaking point anymore. We’re broken. And yet we’ll go on because that’s what we do: We sweep up all our pieces and put them back together as best we can. We carry on chipped and leaking and broken because we have no other choice. And we pray that if we can just keep going, our kids will survive too.

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Yard work is amazing. Before I do it I’m not happy at all and not looking forward to it. While I’m doing it I feel pretty great. After it’s done I feel even better. Yes, I am saying that mowing the lawn is sort of miraculous.