my book is better than my tweets

It’s here! It’s here! “Eyes On The Road” is officially available for purchase. Writing this book changed my life—I hope it helps you, too.

Sometimes, the closure you deserve doesn’t come from the person who hurt you—it comes from your willingness to see the pattern clearly enough to stop volunteering for it again.

a painful truth: being needed is not the same thing as being loved.

I hope you stop calling yourself “lazy” when what you really are is exhausted, grieving, under-supported, or rebuilding. I hope you stop measuring your output with metrics that don’t account for your humanity.

a hill worth dying on: elected officials should not be able to opt out of the consequences they impose upon the most vulnerable among us.

My wife and I have been married for almost seven years. If we had followed the relationship advice that goes viral on here, we’d have never made it to the altar. But we're committed to finding what works for us, in every season. "Let's figure it out together" is the cheat code.

a gentle push: stop asking your body to perform at the level it did five years ago. stop comparing today's capacity to a version of yourself that didn't have this diagnosis, this schedule, this life. meet your body where it actually is—not where you wish it still was.

“common sense" doesn't exist. every "obvious" truth you carry was taught to you by your family, neighborhood, class, and country. the moment you realize your common sense is someone else's foreign concept, you stop using it as a measuring stick for other people's intelligence.

Dr. Cerina Fairfax deserved better. Full stop. May she be memorialized and remembered by name, as the mother, public servant, and human being that she was, and not as a footnote in the story of the man who took her life.

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swiss army knife of rap. a bar for every scenario.

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every ending is proof that beginning again is possible.

the question isn't "how will I be a perfect parent?" you’ve already made mistakes. and you will, again. the question is "when I mess up, will I be honest about it?"

some of the people you labeled "toxic" were just honest at a time when you couldn't receive honesty that challenged your self-image. some of the people you labeled "safe" just told you what you wanted to hear. comfort isn't the same as care. and discomfort isn't always a red flag

You're not lazy for needing more rest than a system designed to extract maximum productivity from human bodies. You're not antisocial for craving solitude in a world that commodifies attention. You're not broken—the expectations are.

I’m curious: do you create better when you're happy or when you're struggling? I used to think pain was the only fuel for my writing. now I think peace might be a better one. but the honest answer is I don't fully know yet.

Have you spent so much time identifying what you're healing from that you haven't named what you're healing toward? "I don't want to be like the people who hurt me" is a direction--but it's not a destination.

the apology you owe yourself is more significant than the one you're waiting for from somebody who refuses to acknowledge your worth.

What's a skill you developed out of survival that accidentally became your superpower? Mine is the ability to write through emotions that I never learned to name out loud.

I owe my twenties an apology. I spent most of them running–away from home, towards shifting goalposts–that I failed to realize that I was already in the middle of a life worth living.