07/28/2025
I’ve been thinking about these two photos a lot lately.
The first is me as a toddler, wrapped up in my mom’s arms. The second is from a trip a couple of weeks ago with my wife Kelly—my mom still full of light, still laughing beside me.
She’s always been that way: a joyful, stubborn, endlessly supportive hippie who believed in me even when I didn’t believe in myself.
She stood by me through the best versions of my life and the hardest. She gave me room to figure things out, but never let me forget I was loved.
And the truth is, these pictures only tell part of that story.
The rest lives in her voice—in the way she tells stories about camping in Big Sur in the 70s, or raising me on her own until I was 5, or the friendships that saved her during tough years. The little details. The laughter. The pauses. The parts that don’t make it into a photo album.
That’s why I started Kinship Tales.
After talking with so many Boomers, I kept hearing the same thing in different words:
“I just want to be remembered for who I really am.”
So we help people preserve the voices of the ones they love—through short, beautiful audio stories that capture a life in their own words.
If you’ve got someone like my mom in your life—a person whose story deserves to be heard—you don’t have to wait.
This is one way to celebrate them now.