Hell yes - congrats from Troy!

Sure I’d love for them to win the division by 20 games every year, but at least we aren’t the Rockies!

I’ll be sharing the full chapter with my email subscribers this Sunday.
But since it’s the 4th, you can read it here today: taylorgillis.com/the-redacted...

If you like it, I’d love to have you along: taylorgillis.com

Still, for all its flaws, it was one of the few things we really did side by side. A vivid, strange, complicated memory. Which is kind of what writing a memoir turns out to be.

If you tried to run a program like that today, there’d be op-eds, lawsuits, and probably a viral video. But back then? It was just another Tuesday.

I picked the name “Red Bear.” My dad picked “Sleeping Bear,” the next one down on the list. Unintentionally perfect.

We wore green felt vests. Earned iron-on patches. And one summer, we marched together in the Clifton Park 4th of July parade—headdress and all.

Five short emails. Some gentle prompts. A little space each morning. And a reminder that you don’t have to “pick a lane” to be creative.

It’s called The Medium Is You. Launching soon.

(I built it because it’s the kind of thing I wish I’d found when I was stuck.)

Damn that choker is holding on for dear life

Full piece here, if you want the whole strange story:
crackedopen.substack.com/p/how-i-lost...

Now I try to live on purpose.
I practice bass.
I give the kids 5 minutes of undivided attention when I can.
I remind myself that every second is a chance to begin again.