I BLANK NJ

It’s fitting that Thanksgiving was so late this year because I’m still basking in a glow of gratitude. This morning I woke up seven years sober. That’s 2,557 days with no hangovers, no blackouts, no existential dread …okay that last one hasn’t gone away completely, but now when dread sits on my chest, it weighs a lot less. At times, especially in the beginning, it was incredibly hard, but miraculously it’s gotten easier every year, even if it isn’t easy every second of every

I may be jinxing myself by writing this, but — if all goes according to plan — last night Margo slept in her crib for the final time. The final pic of Margo in her crib (I’m 98% sure she is in this photo.) Today while she’s at school, I’m going to move the crib back to mine and Tara’s room to get it ready for its next tenant and then put together Margo’s first big girl bed (hopefully all the pieces are in the box!) 4/5/2025: Margo realizes she can jump on her bed Lately Margo

When weather, work, and parental responsibilities allow it, I like to start my morning commute with a 20-minute stroll to the train station slightly further from my house than the one that’s only a few blocks away. I get a sitcom-length amount of time (minus commercials) to myself screen-free where I can breathe in the fresh air, scope out the neighborhood chickens, and look for more wild birds. Of course, sometimes I try to have my walk and work it too and I’ll answer emails