This was going to be a video show. We were going to film it, chase a following, maybe open a little merch store. Then we thought harder about the world we’re raising a kid in, and we stopped.
Somewhere along the way, social media stopped being about connecting people. It became an algorithm deciding who gets seen, a scoreboard of likes and clicks and followers, and a steady pressure to perform for whoever might sponsor you. We didn’t want our conversations bent into that shape. Bella never has to say a thing for the camera, go viral, or read what a stranger thinks of her. She can pass on any question, any time.
So this is the opposite of all that. No algorithm. No comments. No follower count. Nothing to buy. We share the words and the doodles, and we keep the faces. It’s a record for us first, and then for anyone who wants to sit with it.
In a time when so much online is AI slop and feeds built to hold your eyes, we wanted something organic and a little old fashioned. Something you slow down and actually read, with nothing flashing at you. Just a dad, his daughter, and one honest conversation at a time, the kind of thing we’d be glad to read together in ten years.
This is our story, not a how-to.
It’s the real story of a hard year in our family, the season I lost my job and everything it pulled on, told through the actual conversations Bella and I had about it. We don’t script them. We talk for real, then write them down the way they happened.
Every conversation ends with Bella’s doodle, her side of it, and sometimes mine beside it. They unfold across four chapters, from the first hard talk forward.
You’re not here to learn a method. You’re here to pull up a chair at our table.
No schedule, no noise, no tracking. Just a short note from our kitchen table when a new conversation goes up.
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