08/19/2026
I turned 45 today. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I can tell you despite some hurdles, I’m proud of the life I’ve built: the deaf pitbulls we’ve raised, the gallery that started as a cafe (now in its 8th? 9th? year), the overwhelming and overflowing gardens inspired by my mom, my beautiful and inspiring friends, the blessing of living on the most beautiful sandbar on earth, the everyday struggle of maintaining a 300 year old home, and perhaps the biggest accomplishment of getting Tim Robertson to tolerate all my immature bu****it and dick and fart humor.
I’m unlikely to survive another 45 years, but I’m grateful for every day after this one that includes any of the aforementioned gifts.