Human First

Good leadership means noticing how much work people do just to make their own work possible. A Sunday in the goalie crease, four beer-league games, and what changed when I trusted the team in front of me.

If your mom is still alive and you miss her, I wish you didn’t have to be so careful about saying that. For the families living through the Alzheimer’s years, and the feelings we struggle to say out loud.

There is often a remarkable amount of care concentrated around the moment when a life changes. Then time passes, and the person at the center of it is still living with it.

I have been traveling quite a bit lately, and coming home has made me notice something about home that I had never given much thought. There are the obvious parts, of course. Kellie, the kids, the dogs acting like I have

There are still moments when something happens and my first instinct is to tell my mom.

AI is making individuals more capable — and quietly changing how much we rely on each other at work. What leaders should watch as the tools spread.

For a long time I thought being a good husband meant being the person who could make things better. Then I found myself loving people through pain I could not solve.

Your partner is having an endometriosis flare. Here’s what helps, what to have ready, what to avoid, and how to recognize when she needs medical care.

Samantha got her answer in two years because her mom happened to connect the dots. The next girl should not need that kind of luck to be believed.

A night in Vegas with Benson Boone, thousands of phone flashlights, and the woman who has shared nearly twenty-seven years of my life.

I rebuilt the site this week so people meet the person before they meet the machinery. Why the writing is now called Just an Ordinary Tuesday, and what my mom taught me about the days nobody circles.

My daughter’s endometriosis diagnosis took two years. The average is four to twelve. We got lucky, and luck should not be a diagnostic pathway.

ADHD, artificial intelligence, and the quiet hours when everything in my head finally has somewhere to go.

I started with a woman in a red dress and a feeling I could not explain. Following her through three images taught me something about how I create.

What becoming a beer league goalie at midlife taught me about pressure, blame, showing up, and letting go.

The argument behind the book: why belief, not expertise, is the first thing a woman with endometriosis needs from the people around her, why it takes nine years to get it from medicine, and what it costs when the people who love her make her prove it too. Chapter one is free.

Two photographs of my family taken sixteen years apart, and everything that happened in between them that I could never have planned for.

A week in Washington in rooms full of people who believe American healthcare can be worthy of the people it serves. Everyone there had a story.

I went to the conference as a health center CEO, and as a husband and father who watched two women I love lose years waiting to be believed.

People from very different parts of my life keep describing the same feeling. They share no politics or faith, and I want to help it grow anyway.