I didn’t fully live or enjoy that phase of life.

Don’t get me wrong — I did have fun, I did explore things, and I did live my youth in many ways. But if I were to rate it, I’d give it maybe a 5 or 6 out of 10. Looking back, I could’ve easily made it a solid 8 or 9 if I had just been a bit more bold.

Me and My Brother: A Journey of Distance and Return

I’m 35 now, and my brother is just two years older than me.

As kids, we were opposites.

In the process of making something well-cooked, I often end up writing nothing at all. That’s why this blog is called Keeping it Raw.