A hundred-year company doesn’t endure because it resists change, it endures because it remembers who it’s for.

I used to build my faith like a monument - clean lines, no cracks. But marble doesn’t breathe.

I left the doctrine. I kept the hunger. Now I bake with honey.

A quiet return to something I thought I lost.

I didn’t plan to start my LA life in my pajamas, locked out of a concrete box in the middle of the desert, but that’s what happened. This is the story of what it took to arrive - and what it cracked open along the way.