Trying to kick the habit of needing to feel like I’m decent at something creative before attempting it. How much potential joy has that robbed me of over decades?

Things that would feel too on the nose if they appeared as a movie metaphor, but that literally exist in my parents’ shed.

2022 BCBS acquired. 8-year vertical established.

I hope you’re finding peace and gratitude today, whether you’re celebrating Thanksgiving or not.

A Liturgy for Feasting with Friends

Made some cranberry curd tarts with almond crumb crust. Not quite bake-off level, but the individual components tasted pretty good, so I’m hopeful.

📷🔥🌖

After the election in 2020, I had the 2016 vintage. I liked the tradition so this year I had the 2018. I drank it Wednesday since I didn’t get home from the newsroom until 2:30 a.m.

In 2020 after the election was over, I had a 2016 BCBS. I liked the symbolism. So tonight I’m having this. (Would’ve had it last night but I didn’t get home from the newsroom until like 2:30 a.m.)

📷🌕🍁