Immaturity: My Secret Weapon

Immaturity: My Secret Weapon

I’ve been called immature for most of my life. Sometimes it was an accusation. Sometimes it was a compliment. Sometimes it was both, usually in the same sentence. If immaturity was a martial art, I’d be a 5th Dan black belt in Immaturity-do. And yeah, I’ve trained...
To My Sons: Be the Difference.

To My Sons: Be the Difference.

You were born into a world that handed you a head start. Whether you saw it or not, whether anyone told you or not. And I need you to know that’s not a guilt trip, it’s a responsibility. I didn’t write this to lecture you. I wrote it because I love you. Because I’ve...