To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
I've heard privately from some Sen. Sanders allies that they'd like to see him consider a run in '28 even though he is 84, believing his movement, especially in a crowded primary, could win him the nom...
Sanders today on that idea...
https://t.co/qdk2k39zyp
The basketball message boards were so hilarious that night cause they kept showing this picture and I believe someone did an edit (it wasn’t called that back then) to Simple Plan’s Untitled and I’ve never laughed harder
A jury in Columbia, South Carolina, tonight acquitted a former gas station owner of murder for fatally shooting a teenage boy he chased after falsely accusing him of shoplifting. The boy had a gun, but prosecutors say he never displayed it before he was shot.
Hall of Fame coach Rick Adelman has passed away at age 79, the NBA Coaches Association announced.
Adelman coached in the NBA for 29 years, won 1,042 games over 23 NBA seasons and was inducted into the Naismith Basketball Hall of Fame in 2021.
In a 1997 episode of Baking with Julia, Julia Child was visibly moved and wiped away tears after tasting Nancy Silverton’s brioche tart with pears poached in wine.
She was so impressed by the tart’s perfect texture and flavor that, in a phrase that went down in history, she called it “a dessert to cry over,” while praising Silverton’s mastery of the art of baking.