
A Message to Rowan
A letter to my son before he enters this world

Morning. Rowan’s face sparkling with the light gushing from the canyon bends. He tears out of his blanket, a wild man from the straight jacket. He’s right to be excited. As we dance on plastic floor, I go still. He who owns the gold, she’d say, the sun is our friend. I remember my grandmother. Call her Lala. She passed me the joy of the morning. A stranger passes by, we exchange the saying. Morning. On this one, I’m told she’s now passing. I cut off my music to hear the mountain. A bird chorus flutters down from high grass. She taught me to sing to the dawn. Good morning, life.

A letter to my son before he enters this world

A free index of every in-person Utah tech event I could find, and a short note on why I made it.


Let me look again. Take the glasses off. No wait! He’s leaning back into your arms. Maybe one day you’ll get another chance. Another moment.

I'm trying to re-wire all my socials through my blog. Back in 2019, I 'quit social media' and other than posting pictures of my family, I've primarily followed that directive.

Joined the Y Combinator-backed SaaS startup. Grew to VP of Engineering & Operations. Part of the team behind Ruth — an autonomous AI negotiation agent trained on $15B+ in spend data.

My mind doesn't pretend to deserve this. Saved by grace? I'm lucky.