Fourteen years ago, I started this blog because words felt like leverage. I wrote, people read, something moved—opinions, conversations, maybe even outcomes. That was the theory, anyway. Over time, the writing got sharper. Hotter. Sometimes angrier. I criticized people in power. I used language that reflected the moment—frustration, sarcasm, impatience. Nothing fabricated, nothing hidden. Just opinion, plainly stated.
Then two things happened.
