Welcome to 45
I came in this morning for the classic “welcome to 45” colonoscopy. I’m laying in the recovery room right now. Still a little wobbly. About an hour
I came in this morning for the classic “welcome to 45” colonoscopy. I’m laying in the recovery room right now. Still a little wobbly. About an hour
A Thanksgiving reflection on the quiet, often-unseen ways men show up with support, steadiness, and love.
One year of consistent training meets Movember’s call to stop waiting: prevention over excuses, two hours you choose this week, and an invite to book the checkup you’ve dodged.
A vulnerable mid-Movember note on small self-care corrections—therapy, sleep, meals, and slowing down.
My Uncle Rick used to pull up in his gray Mazda 626 — the one with stereo controls on the steering wheel, back when that felt futuristic. He always had something playing loud, something new I hadn’t heard yet. Crates of CDs in the trunk, a six-disc changer, the hum of the engine blending with whatev