I've built real things.

I’ve built and run multiple businesses — including one that I owned for 13 years.

One venture alone generated nearly two million dollars a year in revenue.

I worked in startups in Portland before and after the 2000 crash. It's where I learned to build. From scratch.

I’ve taught at the community college.
Led nonprofit events.
Served on our Chamber of Commerce.
Board president for our City Council.
Grant work and community initiatives

I’ve been in the rooms. I’ve made the decisions. I’ve carried responsibility.

I just didn’t know it.

For years, I was building, leading, teaching — while my brain was quietly misfiring in the background. And I was covering for it.

Conversations paused.
Moments stalled.
Things I couldn’t quite explain.

Diagnosis didn’t create struggle.
It clarified it.

I had seizures for decades before the diagnosis.

I was building and leading while losing memory — music, names, my own history.

In July 2024, I had brain surgery.

And, it helped. Kinda.

Some memories returned. Many haven't.

Short-term memories don't hold. My day to day is completely f'd up.

Seizures happen. At the moment, by the time I notice it, it’s usually over.
Not sure how long any of this will last.

What remains is the gap.

Still building.
Still investing.
Still adapting.

Seizures included.

I don’t wait for perfect days.

I work with the brain I have.

I fight for clarity.
I fight for memory.
I fight to stay in the room.

And I will. For as long as possible.

Seizures, sass, and a brain...
that occasionally deletes the meeting notes.