A collection of letters I’ve written to my son since the day he came home. Some are about discipline. Some are about regret. Most are about figuring it out, together, in real time.
Twenty-nine chapters written by a father to his son, on the principles that matter most — drawn from a decade of watching him grow, and a lifetime of trying to figure out what to say.
Letters to Lucca · 2013 — present
There is no substitute for putting in the work.
You have to be comfortable being uncomfortable.
It is not the critic who counts. The credit belongs to the man in the arena.