When the world came undone, I swam—not to compete, not to win, just to keep breathing. Swimming became the only place my body and mind agreed on a rhythm. Not calm. Not zen. Just survival. One breath at a time.

This one’s for the whiskey lovers, the savory snackers, and anyone who’s ever wished their cocktail came with a little bit of drama (and a side of bacon). I tried the Bacon Old Fashioned at Whiskey Revolution—and yes, it lived up to the hype. Full Field Note on the blog, complete with a candied pork cameo and an ode to smoke, fat, and flavor.

Setting up camp in uncertainty. Join me. I always bring s’mores and margaritas.