07/28/2026
There's construction noise outside.
Four neighbors have already passed by with their dogs, and I'm still on my first cup of coffee.
This is my enclosed front porch. My home office.
Some people chase corner offices. I chased something quieter... a place small enough to notice things. The wave through the window. The pause between sips. The version of me that got lost somewhere between titles and awards.
She's back. Sitting right here.
And this is where the stories start coming together. The market. The people. The moments nobody puts in a listing.
I'll tell you more soon.
