Coffee with Calle is a little different today. I woke up this morning thinking… I could really use a coffee with my dad. Not for some big, profound conversation. I just want to tell him what I’m working on. Bounce around a few ideas. Hear what he thinks. My dad just got me. He understood my brain, my work, and what I was trying to build. I miss that more than I can explain..My dad’s heart gave out. There was no knowing which coffee, or conversation would be our last. I bel

I may be holding a pumpkin, but let's get one thing straight: I am NOT a pumpkin spice kinda girl.