This book isn’t here to sell you anything. It exists because I’ve learned something simple and slightly unsettling: the older you get, the more your life starts to look like…

Eddie E. Stephens, Sr. didn’t build a store. He built a standard. It was measured the way he measured everything: fit, fabric, service, and the one thing you can’t fake…

Ron Frazier’s University of Miami baseball camp was the plan. I’m Sun, dirt, repetition, rules—success you could measure in hits and hustle. My world made sense because it was physical…

Trigger Warning The following chapter includes depictions of a medical emergency, overdose, and the death of a parent, as well as themes of grief, trauma, and family conflict. Some readers…

I started my life at the University of Miami thinking I could be an artist and announced this with the selection my major; Motion Picture Production. This was before “video”…

It was 1997, and I was twenty-seven and walking around like the legal system had personally issued me a backstage pass. One of my first “real” assignments had landed in…

JUNE 18, 2001 – THE EXPERIENCE BEGINS…. It has been a strange night/week/month. I am sitting at the Miami International Airport, about to step into another world. I have no…

Some people collect things. Not me. I curate them. Not just “memorabilia” — real, charged objects that carry energy and memory — artifacts I chose because they meant something. Each…

Open letter authored by Eddie Stephens published to the members of Delta Sigma Pi: Every successful business has a mission statement. A common understanding of where the company is going and…

Co-written with Cindy Crawford Stephens:  In my 18 years of practicing law, I have never tried an “at fault” divorce.  I did not truly appreciate the cultural differences between our…

Last night, I finally did something I’ve avoided for decades: I faced a fear. It’s a fear that sounds silly when you say it out loud—but it’s real all the…

I am a parent of two teenage boys. I am not a perfect parent, but I try very hard. I like to think I lead by example, provide boundaries and…

My name is Eddie Stephens, and I’m a divorce attorney. Which… is a sentence that usually earns one of two reactions: either a polite nod that says, “Oh wow, that…

At some point in the middle of my career, I got the itch. Not the “buy a motorcycle and pretend I’m twenty-five” itch. The other one—the respectable mid-career itch—the one…

Author’s Note / Fiction Disclaimer This post is a work of fiction. The characters, events, dialogue, and situations described in this story are entirely invented for dramatic and satirical effect.…

The first time I met Tracii Guns, I wasn’t walking up like a fan with a Sharpie and a plan. It was one of those nights where the venue lights…

I used to think “core memories” were like museum pieces—sealed behind glass, labeled, safely preserved. The older I get, the more I realize they’re more like live wires. They don’t…