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This week, I went to the Lost Americana Tour with one of my best friends. And somewhere between the music, the crowds, the people watching, and the conversations that only happen when history exists between two people, I found myself thinking less about the concert itself and more about the idea behind it. MGK’s creative direction for Lost Americana is raw and unapologetic. Cigarettes. Weed. Drugs. Rebellion. Old cars. Highways. Motels. Denim. Flags. Noise. The rougher edges

There are some conversations we avoid because they feel too heavy. Too final. Too uncomfortable to say out loud. Talking about a will is one of them. For a long time, it was for me too. But after losing both of my parents - and walking through everything that came after - I see it differently now. Not as something morbid or pessimistic, but as one of the most important acts of care we can offer the people we love. Because what's left behind isn't just memories. It's decisions

The first birthday without him...and the quiet ways he's still raising me up. There’s something about the “firsts” that feels impossible to prepare for. The first birthday without you. I’ve been trying to rationalize my way through it—telling myself all the things I know are true:that you’re no longer in pain, that love doesn’t end just because a life does, that I carry you with me. And I do. But there’s still this quiet, aching truth: I just wish you were here.One more call.