At the Island. Pull up a chair. Stay a while. I have a genetic issue with resting. Stopping and being still feels so unnatural that even though I can recognize it and know what it is and where it comes from, it doesn’t change the nervousness, guilt, and anxiety that it causes. So much so that for a good part of my life I would work myself into exhaustion to the point my body would force the issue and make me rest. As I write this, I am yet again avoiding the rest that wou

At the Island. Pull up a chair. Stay a while. On building something from scratch, learning in public, and the curious expectation that beginnings should look like endings. “Mr. Owl, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? Let’s find out–One… Two…” Madame Founder, how many open tabs does it take to create a virtual business model? Today the answer is 46. I've dealt with restaurant equipment that chose opening week to malfunction, vendors who in

At the Island. Pull up a chair. Stay a while. As I write this, there are only about 10 weeks remaining in 2026. I am trying to envision a Thanksgiving menu to coordinate with my sister-by-marriage. You see, our respective widowed parents found each other a couple of years ago and married at the ripe old ages of 78 and 88. At this stage of life, stitching together two families is quite interesting and requires a certain amount of reflection and consideration in terms of fa